Chimera Fields Leaving all our worries behind

He speaks of settling down perhaps note being fun for her, not something she thought it would end up being. Her head cocked to the side, those pale and eerie eyes of hers tossing upward to the afternoon skies as a 'hrmmm' murmured over her lips. She thought that having a loved one, someone she could count on, grow old with, have a true family with... it sounded lovely. She didnt have to, in a manner of speaking, dress sexy and put of her make up and the guy didnt have to woo and flirt and show off. They could be themselves, bond, grow, trust eachother. But solid relationships like that also took alot of work and left little room if your sexual desires steered a different direction from her loving emotions. She had gone into heat this season and managed to stay all to herself during that time. But when it happen again, then what? Still, she didnt imagine having pups with someone who also had pups with a bunch of other females would be nice. It would mean his attention would be divided. He wouldnt be there for her or the children as much as she might need him. She was a scout and a huntress, after all. For the health of her pack and family she would need to be out and about alot. Who could she trust better then their own father to watch the pups while she was gone?

All those thoughts nearly left her head spinning and she looked back down after those few moments and shook out her thoughts. She didnt know. But it did sound like Mal spoke from some experience. So you really are a slut then. She spoke on him having protest to 'mates'. She shakes her head and laughs, her tongue licking along those bloodied jaws as she lifts up and lays back down close to Mal as she had been before. This time, however, instead of just seemingly laying side by side her lead casually, she leans into him...

A pure rumbles from her lips as she tested him, allowing a veil of seseriousness overcome her. She leans, pressing her body close to his. Her rawboned, slim and cut figure slight against his thicker form. Yes... She whispers and if he allows it and doesnt pull away, reaches to preen at the furs on his jawline and lick the rabbit blood from his muzzle. She'd be perfect for you. A flirt, a talker, filled with tease and sarcasm... She pulls back her head enough to look at him directly. Her icy eyes hard and cold though slowly that smirk of her spreads wide over her features and she comes out the name, @Belharra. Heheheheheheeee !!!