Bearclaw Valley icewo[m]an

The only physicality he was used to was battle. This, whatever this was, with her tending to his coat and pressing in close, was different. He wasn't aware of how touch-starved he was until they were running together - then when she tended to him, it became clearer still. Revui wanted the dynamism of their earlier hunt: the blood, the chaos, the entertainment of watching her work, and felt the same sort of lust as Ikkalrok became affectionate. A part of him wanted to fight with her.

After sitting still for too long, Revui let a low rumble warn her away. He flashed his teeth but otherwise did not move against her; plus, his body was relaxed, his posture loose. Merely teasing her for how soft she had become overnight. He huffed then, nosing through her neck furs, and nipped at her skin to try and entice a game out of her. The poor boy was oblivious to her real wants.