Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

It had been a gesture of appreciation, of affection, of companionship, of a beta's respect for his alpha. As far as he was aware of at least. It was well within the realm of possibility that what he was compelled to do was very much driven by instincts that were so commonly dormant in him. When she reciprocated with a kiss to the corner of his mouth - a much more intimate gesture than his own - he felt a sudden heat upon his skin, and a desirous stirring within his belly. His reaction was just that, a reaction, not proceeded by thought, and he leaned into her to nuzzle where her jaw met her throat. But she froze, and that tension caused him to pause and draw back.

He met her eyes, her expression causing him to wilt, and he only then became aware of the quick rhythm of his heart. "It's okay," he murmured with a reassuring smile. He was torn then. Somewhere in his mind there was a sensible voice telling him now was the time to leave. But he was rooted, unwilling to distance himself, wanting in fact to be closer. Impulsiveness, living in the moment, was his dominant nature, and he let his mind close to reason as he stepped toward her, his muzzle seeking her spine with a nip.