Dragoncrest Cliffs I have sharp teeth inside my mouth,

Like a dancer she moved; for how large she was, her nimble footwork was something to behold. She whirled and nipped at his face as his teeth met with fur. He recoiled to avoid the snap of her jaw, but he knew it was not intended to inflict any permanent harm. Sitiyok skidded to a halt, feet half buried in sand. He kept his head aloft; his eyes tracked her and he was surprised when she didn't skip away again with a mischievous hop. Instead she pushed past him, her shoulder brushing into his chest, kindling the flame and causing it to roar with life. He rumbled when her chin bumped his back, and her mouth found purchase on his fur as she doled out affectionate ministrations.

He lifted his paw and put it down again, thinking twice of trying to turn and put a paw on her. She was larger, and only she could guide this dance as instinct dictated. He was powerless to the whims of the woman, but also drawn to her queer gravity. 

Her fangs combed through the ruff of his shoulder and he looked back to lock his own molten eyes with her own arctic blue. Sitiyok pushed a harsh breath through his nose as her chin slid upward to rest on his spine. It was a dominant move, but also strangely possessive. He wasn't sure how he felt about it other than there was a loud drumming in his ears that he slowly realized was his heart; if it had been any other wolf─

The swarthy rogue waved his tail high and curved his body around to press his nose into her flank, inhaling her scent. He pushed again, insistent.