Phantom Hollow [m] destroy the middle

For a moment in time, Dreven was almost certain they would miss each other and he'd be fine with it. However, then she was there, in all her tiny white glory and his jaw tightened, muscles immediately tense. He swung his gaze to her, red eyes narrowed, tracing ever dip and curve that he knew. That he had touched, licked nuzzled everywhere, and a strong urge to stake a claim right there, was enough to draw his breathing tight. So like always he closed off the part of him that could feel and blinked at her. A smirk present on his face.

Aww Snow. Did you miss me?

As if moving of his own accord, he shifted and moved forward determination in his large brutish steps. He stopped an inch from her nose and bent his head down to hers, red eyes meeting yellow. He licked along the seam of his muzzle agonizingly slow, and with a snick went across his canine.

I think you did. He teased, tantalizingly close. Red eyes half hooded. Fury still singing in his veins, his pelt was itchy and burning, felt to small for his large body. He waited, wanting to push her, but also wanting to pull her into his embrace and make her forget whoever clung to her pelt.