Dragoncrest Cliffs I have sharp teeth inside my mouth,

I FORGIVE YOU

Sangilak moved at her decent pace, jowls parted and tongue lolling as she felt the Spring heat come upon her. With it came the fangs of the stranger, persistent and firm, and Sangilak turned upon him to nip [harmlessly] at his face, letting out a low growl that was not meant to warn or ward him off but goad him. She drew along his side again and moved to (attempt to) to groom the shoulder of this stranger without thought. Two dispersal wolves, now, doing as instinct requested; she had sang to the beat of the call of the wild, and he had answered. There was no thought in any of these actions; her blood ruled her, and as it pumped to the drumming of her heart she could hear nothing but her desire for closeness to this man. She did not think this odd, the woman who preferred for others to keep their distance. She did not think anything.

Sangilak's own plume moved in idle strokes, spreading the thick scent she bore on the flowing wind. Her fangs then pressed hungrily against the curvature of his shoulder, her glacial eyes heated as she moved to drape her muzzle possessively over his back as she drew forward.