Northstar Vale You're just like your father.

Saghani played into his moves, accentuating them with the embellished and exaggerated response of her body; as he moved for her scruff and gripped it, she arched her back in compliant yielding, her form giving. As he went for her cheek, Saghani curved and exposed her neck in utter openness, and as he went for her ears Saghani moved with him to prevent any tearing, gentle though his fangs were they were the most likely to be effected by them. 

In turn, Saghani reared to try and hoist a leg over his withers, so that she might nibble between the exposed area between his shoulder-blades before withdrawing and sprinting off with an eager whine, ears flitting forward-then-back as she listened for him, looking once over her shoulder with a positively conspiratorial look upon her countenance. The point of this, for her, was to bolster and stroke his ego—and perhaps a little more—as she saw something in him that belied his tame behavior. A wildness they could share. A greatness they could bring. In her days alone, none had given her pause as this one had... and she, now, sought to find out why.