Sawtooth Spire un beso

It seemed lack of motion brought attention to the coiled spider. Something unwanted and unappreciated in such a state. There was an overwhelming urge to drive her out or push the bear-like wolf into a short pit where nothing could hear the screams for help. To harm. It sizzled and flickered just as her looming shadow did to swallow the lanky follower up. Dangerous eyes, blazing with distrust and a betrayal that had fed into an omnipotent anger defied frozen actions to stare directly into the betas face. Dismay echoed into the damp halls, reverberating off the cavernous walls before staunching into a deafening silence once more.

Bulky head had lowered to brush against one cheek, the sharply-cut features of the slumped Eta coiling away. It did eventually touch with a new found heat that had power to evaporate the last. If only the inky fury could let it. It swelled beneath skin, tongue pressing a closeness that the spider was distinctly aware and unsure of. Attempts at closeness were foreign to the beast, as well, and such a tender apology was completely unaccustomed. Words were hollow. There was uncertainty of whether or not the inky wolf even heard them despite the way it broke the fragile tensity. 

The inky wolf, despite it all, wished to be closer. To touch. To be touched. Perhaps primally so. 

Not much respect could probably be given to a cowering, silent lesser. Of that the lingering spider was certain. The bear-wolf had not needed a tissue when the Eta had grappled with her earlier, nor had there been any overly personal undertones. Beneath it all, had it not been for that shiny object, the Eta would have responded to the act of dominance in kind. A game.

Body, reluctantly, snaked forward and a click of teeth sought the forelimb of the higher ranked beta. An apology. Gaze thoroughly darted through the umbra tones to see no blue flicker. It was gone. While persistent on finding it, still, the idea that it was no longer an object to be had in this moment allowed a brief reprieve. There was a desire to soothe the situation, if only because the intensity had been between the only company that the spider truly looked forward to. "Yes," he murmured into the close proximity of the stout warrior, edging closer still. 

Striking now would surely break whatever trust had once been. Flaying that bond was not something the eerie Eta desired but desires were not something that the spider acted upon. Not usually. An exhale quelled the burn of fury, a serpentine trail of tongue against one cheek stinging the cut there. It wasn't often that pretty face was so openly razed. Fiery eyes dared the beta here and now, lifting to stare fully outright into the female's face. It was over. Apologies were made. The game would continue if she wished.

A strike aimed for the frontal shoulder, nimble and lithe ears sucking to top of sooty head in efforts to protect them as they lay open and exposed for a counter attack. Front legs swept to glance the skilled warrior's own, nothing nice in the blows but with a calculated inhibition of drawing actual blood. Whatever facade the spider had portrayed was carefully exposed, allowing a formal glimpse into actual skill instead of juvenile games. Little room in the cavern meant she had to feel him, to experience his warmth and turmoil whether she liked it or not. She could surrender and run, rather than grapple her lesser, but something inside the Eta disbelieved she would succumb in such a way.