Moonspear Moodi / Cryin

His eyes appraised her—she was lonely, by herself—and wished to be warmed in another way. Of course his mind went to one simple answer—and he hesitated. Would starwoman anger from such intimate gatherings of her pack mates? He did not believe the woman to hold much interest in him—so he did not consider it from the perspective of jealousy.

Simply that some frowned upon such things.

And yet—such things were all he had allowed himself to indulge in when it came to the fairer sex. His mother had withered away over the years from the love of a dead mate, and he was reluctant to place himself so readily at another's feet.

A course rumble escaped him then—chest heavy as it expanded in a soft sigh and a low chuckle. “Show me?” She would lead—if only because he did not want to mistake the she-wolf’s intent.