Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

His thirst was not great -- and the distraction was certainly a failure. The proximity between the two wolves seemed to become painfully obvious to him, and as he glanced up he was met with a shower of water. Arching his wolfish brows, the regal regarded her coyness, as if silently questioning if she truly wanted to play that game.

He did not wait for an answer, his own muzzle whipping up to send a spray of droplets back to her -- his tail drifting contently through the air. One more step was taken to close the distance between them, and he swore he could feel the tips of his pelt brush hers, and it ignited his nerves.

Daring then, in that very moment, the male swept his muzzle forward, his nose grazing her cheek, spurned by the stolen moment.