Phoenix Maplewood Sure to not be Sure

Were she not a wolf she would have been blushing as red as the maples that grew in the Maplewood. As it was her tense form had relaxed some under him as she realized how warm he was. It didn't feel half bad, it didn't feel as if he were trying to dominate her as it would if another wolf had her in this position.

When he was done she expected him to move away but he surprised her. He thought she had pretty eyes? "T-thanks," she managed to stutter out. She wasn't used to compliments and she was having trouble looking him in the eyes. Usually that meant aggression but fighting Esaro was the farthest thing from her mind.