Haunted Wood Girls in heels

Aldrich was the first to realize someone was coming near. The little rodent had sharp ears. The moment he heard footsteps approaching, he hopped off of Vengeance's back and skittered into the treeline, he would follow them from behind within the shadows, hoping to return to the Warlord's den with him to chew on any remnants left by the hungry beast who exchanged the rat's loyalty for food. 

The rat's exit was the first indication to him that someone was approaching, and swiftly his ears were on alert. The footsteps came from behind, the scent that came with it was unmistakable, Vanity had once again come to find him. Looking over his shoulder, he kept an eye on her as she moved along his side, waiting for her to retaliate for being thrown into the pit, a lip quivers in response to her approaching, warning her should she try anything cute. 

But as she ran her muzzle under his, the soft whine had him relax. She was repenting. Mating season was approaching... and her muzzle against his was a welcoming gesture. Whether she knew it or not, it was clever of her. His tense muscles relaxed as he stopped all forward motion, leaning into the embrace and allowing his own muzzle to run across hers, pressing against her before speaking. You seem to have regained your senses. The baritones slithered from his maw, smooth, almost sultry as he spoke in a low tone just enough for them both to hear. 

Closing the gap between his maw and her ear, he approached further, unless she backed off, his broad chest should press up against hers, invading her space while his hot breath brushed against her cheek and ear. I have killed for less... He warns - his voice just as low but a certain stern tone infiltrated his previous pillow talk voice. There were few he wouldn't have, throwing her in the pit was a gesture of mercy as far as he was concerned. But Vanity was an important member of the Nightwalkers now, and a moment of insanity was worth to wait out... he was glad she seemed to have regained her senses.