Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

His whine had resulted in her ears falling back, assuming she'd made a mistake, only to recall her activities from the prior day. She had done something, but no real harm or offense was made, and so her expression had switched from concern to curiosity. She wondered of him, of what was going on within his head, though there was a high possibility that she could guess with ease. But, her internal queries were never voiced, for again he'd spoken, asking for forgiveness. Against him no grudges could be held, as she did not know him well enough, nor did she expect him to be in complete control. She knew of instincts, as well as of how they could be suppressed, but doing so could only lasted for so long, and only for specific things. "You have done nothing wrong," she'd returned with then. In actuality, he truly had not done anything wrong, per se, for nature had led them there.

Asterr's gaze had lingered upon his raised paw, only to notice that it'd been dropped shortly after. Restraint, she'd decided, was the cause of his actions. She appreciated the notion, but wondered for how long he could maintain it—or if she even wished for him to do so. There was no denying his candidacy, his condition meeting the requirements necessary for a proper pairing, but still she found herself to be hesitant. Yet, in her mind, she had only two options, for running off no longer seemed possible. Two where near—she continued to assume that the charcoal being remained there somewhere, biding his time—but only one had she never before been warned of. Worried that she might be left at the mercy of the Blackfeather wolf if she were to turn away, the dragoness took a few steps nearer to Gavriel. She was dubious, still, but offered her favour to him rather than to the unknown.