Phoenix Maplewood I don't have the right to ask where you go at night

He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing as he focused on the sensation of her gentle teeth on his neck. The white wolf had always been a physical creature, and he had dearly missed the affectionate contact of another. Yet, he knew without question that there was no other wolf whom he would permit to touch him. She was the sole companion to remain within the inner circle of his trust.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said, returning her nibbles with a series of his own across a slender shoulder blade. Though he wished the pups were his own, what was important to her would become important to him. He would defend what she herself would defend. As if to say this without words, his muzzle descended from her shoulder to brush gingerly across her swollen sides as he stepped forward. "I'll stay with you through anything and everything. I wasn't joking when I said you're stuck with me."