Redtail Rise But She’s Always a Woman to Me.

”Good.” She sniffed lightly, content that at least he’d made her some kind of promise. And any wolves in Sapphique who noticed him looking for something so unusual in hue might also want an explanation. She intended for her name to be known, and for it to be clear that while Ancelin wasn’t strictly courting someone, he was certainly going through the motions of it.

For now, she would lean into him, enjoying the moment of attention and intimacy she was being given. She desired for him to be hers, only- and couldn’t even fathom him ever holding another wolf like this. 

She’d learned some of what boys liked from the time she’d spent with Quennell. She reached up to nibble the lower corner of his ear, where the fur was soft and thick, to see what sort of reaction she might merit.