Gyrfalcon's Keep Night & morning with my tears

Because it wasn't in the true nature of wolves to hurt one another, Kavos found himself falling rather easily into the instinct of play with the moon-eyed sprite. It felt as natural to him as hunting, and he craved the attention nearly as much. A neglectful mother had made him calloused towards the concept of affection, even if he privately wanted it more than anything right now, but he wasn't immune to the call of it. And because he had not interacted in some time, he felt he needed to get from her what he could before he wound up alone again for another full moon.

His skewered views could also explain his readiness to spend their time together in a less gentle manner, as opposed to merely grooming or fawning over each other's faces. And equally as probable as a preference for violence, was the fact that he was a teenaged boy; plagued by inoperable surges of testosterone that made him naturally predisposed him to roughhousing.

He buckled beneath her, hardly able to feel her feathery limbs as she battered him, but he relented to her at any rate. She mauled him gently (not that he would have noticed even if she'd drawn blood) and he responded after a bout of this by wrestling himself quite easily from under her, and charging away from the noisy hill in an effort to have her pursue him.