Redsand Canyon Hope

He knows he’s winning the shewolf back and he’s smiling against her. Her tail curling around his own as she lets out a whine. A whine that has Donovan perking his ears up and eyeing her down.  Then she’s resting her head on his shoulder with a low yes. He’s not blind, something still bothers her. Eats at her thoughts and he wonders if she’ll tell him. He’s admittedly too focused on their conversation as it goes pleasantly south, but in a different way. 

She’s asking about a claim. The claim Nemisis insists she has on him. He can’t handle being held down so early in his life. It’s just not natural for him. Especially to have a litter of pups to care for? Perhaps he won’t be as sensitive about it in the future. But for now, the idea of pups is still out of the question for any she-wolf on the table. Naturally, he’s a womanizer, drawn to the sexual pleasures of the mind and flesh. He’s quite addicted to it actually.

Then it becomes more painfully obvious just why he’s addicted to it. The beautiful female rolls onto her back, continuing the questions he knows she’s been thinking about. Her creamy, white belly shows to him and the deep blue of her eyes connects with his own. So, so very tempting is this little vixen of a wolf. Perhaps Donovan needs a sense of self preservation or maybe just get a bit better at resisting such temptations such as this.

Finally he answers her with eyes roaming down her feminine shape from head to rump. Shamelessly giving her a more than naughty look. “I am planning much farther into the future than Nemisis is anticipating. My legacy is inevitable and I must continue the line. With her or without her.” He steps closer, swinging a heavy paw onto the opposite side of which he stands. Caging her in with strong arms, he leans down to the plume of her neck and laps a black tongue up to her ear and nibbles on it. “You think you can capture my attention so easily, no?” He asks, tone deep and husky into her ear. “Show me then, dear.” He hums out like a challenge.