Redhawk Caldera I've been around for a long, long year

And she moved. Oh damn it all. It took everything for him not to roll his eyes in frustration at her no longer sitting to accept his approach, it would be much harder to lick that wound of hers with her walking around and all. Instead, he watched her approach. Her touch sent his hairs on end, defensively rising in response to her taking the initiative to prod at his side. 

My my, Eirwyn, you're quite forward if I do say so myself. Pulling back, he created distance once more. Not approving of being preyed on. He was the predator after all. She was the one who called to him with that wound. Do you like what you smell? he turned to face her, quirking a brow at his own question while a grin tickled his lips in a striking composure for someone mildly irked... and suddenly hungry.