The Heartwood heart to heart

At the clash of their teeth and the surprise it brought, he withdrew his previous intent and skidded backwards. Was that not what she wanted? Ultimately, she seemed conflicted about what she wanted, moving away and back again as he simply stood there, watching as she showed him her intentions. This time, he doesn't lunge nor moves to make his own way about her bodice, unwilling to let the opportunity slip away while he still has her. She buries her face within his coat, inhaling his scent as if she needed it, and he likes the fact that she does. It is her company he yearns for and the nature of it that draws him in, as if she presently had him enchanted and wrapped around her finger. But all too quickly does she pull away again, and he represses a growl within him. Alya looked like she had begun to panic, unsteadily leaning against him then plopping herself down to the ground. To be fair, he had little idea himself as to what they were doing and how to do it, but he went with it anyways as nature told him to do. "Calm down." He breathes out to her rather soothingly, uncharacteristic and foreign to his mannerisms. Instead, he drags his nose along her muzzle tantalizingly, enticingly but steadily, moving through the ridge where her ear meets her skull and downwards, to the soft spot of her nape where he pauses, breathing heavily in and out. "Like this?" His eyes flicker up to her, almost daringly, taunting her with her own game and questioning how much need she had for it to go on.