Coconut Grove Wash him deep where the tides are turning

No, Grievous said, choosing to answer her questions in reverse. But I intend to make my kingdom here, if that counts for a story. He wondered if she had a streak of dominance in her; if she would fight for the right to be queen and bearer of a stallion's stock, or if she was complacent and/or unwilling to cater to his egotistical mania like most she-wolves he met. The wolf kept his desire to reproduce to himself, even though he had the implicit knowledge that this was exactly what he had been created for.

He blinked slowly. And what is thy story, I wonder. Surely more interesting than my quite typical male-fantasy of conquest, he prompted her softly.