Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

You have done nothing wrong.

His ears drop, flatten against the back of his head. He'd been forward with her and if she hadn't move, would have been a lot closer. With Gyda, he'd restrained himself. She'd been his queen, at the time, and he a simple servant providing a service. While he's given the opportunity to be apart of their lives, there will always be a divide between them. Here, while the drive to reproduce is high, knows there's something far more simple. He doesn't know the she-wolf more than simple introductions but those details seem unimportant when his body is burning and shouting at him to hurry.

Asterr takes a few steps closer and he swallows a lump in his throat. Uncertain if she is testing the waters or giving him another invitation, Gavriel remains in place for a moment. It would be easy to move forward and mount her in one swift motion, to claim her as his own—ignorant that she's already mated to another at least once—and be done with it but he remains steadfast. He does, however, lift his foot again and take one small step forward to show his interest, intrigue, and willingness to provide the both of them with relief that has been building.