Dawnlark Plains It isn't what it seems

she speaks about choices and that if they are easy that they are not right and he considers that ...as much as he can consider anything in the current circumstance. it is this inability to focus on anything that considers a whole lot of thought ( typical man, psh ) he does not further analyze her shrug off of the disbandment of her once-pack. there was no sense in it. she's accepted it and she's moved on.

wintersbane is still, statuesque as he processes her movements — noting her slight hesitation — before she brushes against him again, this time under his chin and exposes him directly to the tantalizing scent pouring off of her. velveteen ears slick back against his skull at her challenge. damnit. there's never been a challenge that wintersbane didn't want to meet ...so why should this be any different? because. because?

b e c a u s e

things could happen.

little pudgy squealing things.

or they could not happen. was there ever a guarantee? he doubts it.

so you wanna see the dark side, huh? wintersbane asks her, voice sultry and taunting; a step taken closer to her. his skin was on fire beneath his thick pelage and he reaches to nip at her back, left hip, giving her a chance to change her mind. he doesn't want her to — no he wants to do everything that every primal and carnal instinct in his body is telling him to do but he would respect her choice if it changes.