Dawnlark Plains Praying for love in a lap dance

What to expect from him was a mystery, for she did no trust herself in making an attempt at reading him. No doubt, her judgement would end up being clouded, but by what she was no longer sure. It had to be her heat and nothing else, she wouldn't believe that there was any other reason for her behavior. Believing that, she watched him, taking note of every movement made as he drew closer. Even when he'd laid down, she'd looked him over several times, wishing to ensure herself that he wasn't attempting to get any closer. Once satisfied, she looked out ahead over the plains, barely sparing him anything more than a sidelong glance.

"Would you? Or would you seek out the closest wolf you could find?" She looked over at him for a moment, before refocusing on the scenery. "Anyways, about what happened... that can't happen again. Ever." She was determined not to let it, determined to keep him at a distance. "If it does, I'll leave for good." There came her favourite threat, though she didn't quite know how much power it held over him anymore.