Shadewood i. silver thracian thaw (m)

He seemed surprised by her casual but sudden drop in couth, which inevitably happened every time Niamh opened her mouth to speak after a wolf judged her for her looks alone. She appeared as a poised prize, emanating confidence and assuredness, but she often made it painfully clear how little tact ahd restraint she actually had as soon as she began to speak. She was aware of this by this point in her life, though, and felt disappointment grow within herself. If only she'd not lapsed into her natural behaviors- maybe then he wouldn't look quite so surprised. 

He, however, seemed to be fairly sure and comfortable about the entire topic, and insisted that sex not be reduced to vulgar language, but respected simply as it was, which reassured Niamh that she was neither inconsequential nor seen as being a lesser woman for having participated. He alluded yet again to not ending their escapade there- and this time, even lengthened his timeline to involve another day, another place, another time...Which hinted to Niamh that perhaps he didn't just want a round two- but he wanted to have her somewhere in his life. And for the first time in a long time, she was tempted. 

Had it not been for the unravelling of one of her closest relationships (albeit a friendship) only a day prior, she might have immediately insisted that he return with her to the pack. Hell- he was healthy, strong, friendly...But part of her wanted to keep him all to herself, even though she liked the idea of him being a wild thing, too. Someone who didn't come with ties and bonds, so she would feel as little pressure as she felt now. So despite all the conflict that his presence in the vicinity might cause, she smiled and nodded, leaning in to feel the warmth of his shoulder as she nipped just below his ear. "I like the way you think." She said, in a sultry voice. "And...I'd like that. My name's Niamh, should you ever need it," She said.