Boartusk Heights Golden Light Shining From Above [m]

Something finally clicked at her returned affections - he remembered the game, by and by, though he'd never played it like this; as a man would. But the folly of his youth returned to him, now, and he as insistent against her, grooming and nibbling in turn. His teeth, now, were unguarded as he raked them through her fur, an appreciative growl thrumming in his throat as her wicked scent seemed to surround him.

"C'mere," he laughed when she pulled away, following doggedly after her - head down, forehead bumping against her side. His heart felt light in his chest. Day would chase pursue her, if that was what she wanted, but he hoped she wouldn't make him wait. Still, he would grovel and preen and urge until she was content with him.

"Do you live far from here?" he asked, attempted to draw himself up beside her, so that he might feel her warmth along the length of him. Is she a cuddler? he wondered. He hoped so, but there were other questions he would ask her long before that. More pressing ones; ones that worried him. Will you tell them my name? Will you send for me?

He'd worry more later. For now, she was near him, and little else mattered.