Love me tender

last post for me! :D

He did not draw back; purposefully lingering in her most personal space. She spoke suggestively, but took the conversation in a different direction entirely. It did not matter; while he enjoyed teasing and tempting, she was not a coywolf and thus out of the realm of what he considered most attractive, and he had no intention of bedding her unless he she was in a state in which he could seed more of his own kind.

"Keep dreaming," he whispered, as he turned and promptly slipped away. His game had come to an end. He had his amusement and now exited, for he had even less interest in hunting for someone than he had in fornicating with them. If he hunted, he did so for himself, and only for himself. Feeding her was of no benefit to him.