Golden Glade Hit me with your best shot

Its up to you. What the hell does that mean? She ffound herself confused. Does he seriously mean...? She pushed away her traitorous thoughts with a single blink. 

He still hovered above her, and if he remained their any longer her reasons for being beneath him in any way shape or form would change...drastically. The heat radiating from his form was nearly comforting, if she did not already have a feeling of clausterphobia from remaining under him for so long. 

Something glimmered across his eyes, causing her to shrink back into the compact soil between her shoulders. She knew the claws were coming, and did not return his playful remarks. Instead she just closed her eyes, waiting for the claws to shred her shoulder. 

Yet...they did not. She felt him shift above her, moving away. He was attempting to leap back to the carcass, and she frowned. It was on her pack's land, therefore she had to defend it no matter how she thought of the person desiring it.

With a flick of her claws, and the snap of her jaw she latched onto his shoulder yet again before releasing, "I suppose to you its a matter of stealing a carcass." A flicker of hurt glimmer in her eyes. She did not want to hurt him, and yet here she was.