Whitefish River reignwolf

Bones laughed at his incredulous question, then again when he mentioned dating. "We call that courting where I'm from," she said blithely, releasing his ear. "And the man tries to woo the woman with romance and gifts—usually treasure looted from other packs." She smirked as she recollected. "If you want to date me, you have to romance me!" she finished vehemently, stepping off him and sitting so that she could see his face.

After letting that hover between them a moment, Bones snickered and threw herself down, mimicking his posture and facing him so that they appeared to be slightly mismatched mirror images of one another. "We're too young to date," she pointed out, "but if you want this fine ass, you're more than welcome to pursue it." She complemented this statement with a cheeky smile, then promptly rolled onto her back so that her head rested between his outstretched forelegs, leaving her grinning up at his white chin.