Ravensblood Forest Let our hearts be the only sound.

Constantine had not expected her sharp warning, and Durnehviir side-stepped carefully away from him as he looked upon her with a puzzled expression. She growled then, a soft encouragement to look but don't touch, and her feathered tail twitched excitedly at her rear. He paused for a moment, uncertainty in his fiery stare, before he resumed his stride and dared to venture closer.

The dragoness canted a ginger ear backward, shuffling around to maintain eye contact and prevent the swarthy Alpha from hooking his limbs around her waist before permission was granted. Boldly he reached out for her, jaws parted, and Durnehviir twitched her lips as she contemplated her own reaction: to allow this gesture, or to snap at him once again.

Her longing to be close to him permitted his pampering, and she leaned into the touch for a short time before she slunk away. Durnehviir's smoldering eyes sought his again, beckoning the shadowrunner to follow her through the snowfall as she slipped between the bleeding evergreens and into the dark depths of their woods.