Qeya River maybe on the dark side, we could be together

She responded in kind, bringing an excited burst of energy expand from his chest to his extremities as he attempted to dodge the woman's ungentle play, and then return her actions with similar force of action. His blood sang, calling his body after her, as they danced back and forth and then would meet head-on in wild jaw-sparring as they contended for an upper hand in the game. It was not like their initial encounter on Sleeping Dragon. A vast level of respect had already been established for one another, and this was more for his own benefit than anything else. Their violent play evolved in closeness, and soon the wolves were tearing rampant in the plains' midst, alternating between dominating the "play" of one another; and they rolled and struck and jumped and flew across the wilds until both wolves stood panting and regarding one another in a satisfied light to their parted muzzles.

This he had left on Sleeping Dragon, and Warbone realized he missed it without explicitly incurring the emotions to his thoughts. His limbs were no longer chilled, and he gave his great body a shake before giving her one last nudge to the spot just behind her cheek. Making sure she knew his pleasure with her.