Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

He was playing with a fire – and he was a terrible man for doing so.
 
Bazi rest at home – heartbroken over the loss of their home. Slipping from his grasp every chance he tried to hold her.. until it had come to the point that his grasp was but the barest skim of a touch.. a dutiful one, as if offered only by habit than anything else. She hated Jade Fern Grove.. and he was beginning to suspect she was beginning to despise him as well.
 
But this dove before him. A breath of fresh air, and her easy nature was a pleasing change from the dripping sarcasm he had been receiving – and offering. “My pack is not without its drama,” he offered then, realizing their lifestyle was not for everyone. Very likely not for such a gentle woman as she herself seemed to be. “That is why we will train them. To protect themselves, if the need arise. A pack south of here, Blackfeather Woods, has tried to harm us before.” The explanation was simple, but it delved so much further than that. At least now she knew who to avoid, if he could no coerce the siren before him to come back with him.
 
Could he really, if only because then his illusion of tracing his muzzle against the length of her ear in a way his mate would not approve of? “Pleasure to meet you, Quill,” he rumbled sincerely, exhaling gently as he withheld the desire to take a step closer to her and do just that.