Dragoncrest Cliffs Beryl [M]

his whines were cruel, because she loved to hear a good whine. it was almost like begging, but more instinctual and made her feel like the ball was in her court-- which, in this case, it totally was. but she knew the consequences of heat, and it was unbearable. he nudged her, offering a low chuff. she nodded, leading him lead her forward and out of the cavern. it wasn't snowing, thankfully, but the cold bit ruthlessly at every inch of her body. "it's cold," she muttered, her ears splaying. she wanted to be back in the cavern with the rest of the pack, though she knew that for a little while that wasn't the best of ideas.

her tail was still curled between her legs, her brow furrowed. the skayona turned to look at the brown wolf, her eyes scanning him. she wasn't sure what else to say. she'd followed him this far, and wanted desperately for him to take her right here... but she knew what would happen, and she'd told him months ago that children weren't exactly on her agenda... but were they? for him? she studied him further, waiting for dio to say something, or do something-- or something. she needed this desperately, and she knew he did too, but now she was caught in an emotional battle of right versus wrong.