Blackfeather Woods Stay away [M]

Another growl. She was clearly pretending, feigning ignorance to the curse she'd placed upon him. Lies. The words shared, he knew them to be lies. She was messing with him, attempting to trick him into believing he was only imagining things—but he wasn't. She had summoned him, and now she would take responsibility for her actions. As she stood, his muscles tensed, eyes never leaving her own. The stare was disrupted, however, as she'd tried to leave. Her words did not keep him away, for her scent overpowered any and all verbal instructions. Follow. He needed to stick close to her. Don't let her leave. It was instincts driving him, all thoughts of reason having been stolen away. The scent of her heat invaded his very being, clouding his mind and preventing him from doing anything but obeying his primal callings.

It wasn't long after before she'd sat once more, and his pace slowed until he as no longer moving. "You want something more," he insisted, though even he knew not what meaning lingered within his words. It had been the first coherent locution to reach his frontal lobe, and he'd voiced it without giving any consideration towards how it might be perceived. The Inuit's body lowered as he moved himself even closer, actions hesitant but unyielding. If permitted to get close enough, he would press his nose into the crook of her neck, before sliding it down her chest and towards her side. At that point, just as he'd reach her ribs, he would stop. The albino would look up to her face with a silent question in his eyes, but otherwise remain frozen in place until any movements were made. On the other hand, if she denied the increase in proximity, a small whine would leave his throat, seeming to beg for the distance between them to be lessened.