The Heartwood I miss the rough sex, leaves me a mess

Fury watched his reaction, the way he was about to respond, but took time to think it through. 
She was pleased with this, but said nothing, showed nothing. 

Eventually though he spoke.
"We have plenty of room, and I will happily accept mated pairs." She answered. It was the truth, after all there were only six or seven wolves in the Saints, if including herself and her daughter. As for mated couples, they could potentially produce more bodies for the pack.

As usual though, her thoughts didn't show, nor even slightly. 
But she did mean well, with her rare streaks of kindness.