Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

Normally Fennec would have pressed. She'd have dug into what he meant by that, questioned it. He was here, covered in the scent of other wolves, because it was what he wanted right now.

It was what she wanted right now too. At the moment Fennec didn't care about the repercussions, the potential consequences, or any of it. He was an outsider, and that set her hackles on edge, but he was also familiar. Familiar, warm, and someone she'd wanted for a while but was too proud to chase. She wasn't near responsible enough to drive him off now.

Alright. She growled again, this time softer, agreement and something else written in the tone. A soft flutter of nerves went off in her stomach and joined the pound of her heartbeat. She ran her muzzle along his side, up to the shoulder, then fitted herself alongside, her head finding the space beneath his and cheek pressing, briefly, to his chest. Okay.

I was not actually expecting this XD <3 suppose we should slap an m on it?