Sunbeam Lair Take [m]e out, make me think about it

The female had gone unnoticed, for Asterr's attention had been required elsewhere. She could glance away for naught even a second, nor could the focus of her senses be removed from him. He was unpredictable, the wolf that she'd have claimed to know gone, and replaced by a stranger. He had not stopped, he had not obeyed. Instead, her once loyal follower had taken matters into his own paws, harbouring not even an ounce, it seemed, of restraint. While she understood nature and her callings, the chieftess also believed than any impulse could be countered. That with the proper amount of work being placed into controlling oneself, not even nature could sway one's behavior. Yet, for the male, it seemed as if he did not possess the ability to do so—or, perhaps, he had chosen to just give in, rather than fighting against his urges.

Where the male was lacking, she was not, for the onset of her heat had been recent enough for her mind to remain as being virtually clear. While she could not deny that there burned within her a great desire for relief, she was conscious enough of herself to understand that it was not with Jolon that she sought a union. "Jolon, enough," she'd voiced, the command far stricter than any tone that she'd ever used before. With her words she'd pulled away from him, increasing the space between them once more and then facing them. She had spoken with nothing short of pure seriousness, as was revealed when she'd fitted the male with a harsh gaze.