Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

arcturus stopped - froze, even - as his bite earned him the molten stare of the woman before him. when she had spun around, she did it so rapidly a chill entered the beta's stomach. he surely expected teeth.

instead, she asked for him to do it again. what the fuck? he was still so bewildered by all of this, but that scent was so colluding, so overwhelming, that he didn't really care to piece apart the semantics of it. he nodded, dumbly -- admiring the intensity of her eyes, the powerful ripple of her muscles. "your eyes are really pretty." he managed to blurt before she turned around -- he felt stupid for saying that, but it was true -- he hadn't seen many wolves with such magnetizing color before.

now her backside was to him, and arcturus felt a roar of something within compel him to move forward. he was unused to the sensation that came to life beneath him - it was as if things were growing tight, lit with subtle fire. he was stationary for a few moments, still dumbfounded -- but a switch within told him to go forward, so he did.

with stilted steps, at first.

steps that grew more confident the closer he came to her, to the mesmerizing scent that enveloped her. shakily, he nipped at her again -- flinching internally as he expected her to whip around. if she didn't, he'd do something he'd never done before (which was clearly evident by the way he fumbled behind her). with his limbs shaking and a burning need to touch her consuming him, arcturus closed the distance and attempted, rather inexpertly, to crawl atop her.