Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

lmao... I am so amused.

He could see that she understood, and he could also see that she did not intend to leave. She rose to match his posture, and he bristled, his lips sliding up over his fangs to reveal a glance of them as a low growl started deep in his chest. Most would have received an aggressive charge from him at this, as he sought to take them off their feet and clear their mind of any doubt of his status here in these lands; but he was restrained momentarily by his perplexion at the situation. Though he had a paw in her world, he had lost touch with the ancestral way of taking a mate. In the language of the wild, in her language, she was his mate. He had made her so.

But this, he did not yet understand.

"If you can speak, now's a good time to do so," he said firmly. "What are you trying to do?"