Sunset Valley love makes hunters of us all [m]

no. the single word releases a tension he hadn't realized was building in his chest. he swallows, opening his mouth to speak again, but the air exits his lungs swiftly when the man draws nearer again. panic bubbles within him, and he wants to warn him away. don't, he thinks, but the word sticks in his throat and instead he finds himself leaning into the touch. it's so easy to give in to the feeling, to ignore the nagging voice in his head reminding him that he can only destroy all that he touches. after a few moments, he turns his head to bury his muzzle in the man's fur with a soft sigh, vaguely sensing the emotion radiating from the other. "stay with me tonight," the words are quiet, almost a plea, a little muffled by fur. he trembles slightly, suddenly fearing rejection; what self-respecting wolf would want to spend a night with him?