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

She squinted and blinked lightly, as though blinking away a gentle rain. At times, his honesty could cut through all of her disguises and reveal a tenderness that she’d kept sealed up tightly. Ancelin was hardly a violent wolf, even when provoked. 

When he moved toward her it was swiftly and with a deftness that caught her off guard in spite of having been openly invited. He moved with the certainty and brevity of a thief with a hidden knife, drawing her attention in one direction while striking in another.

She waved her head to the side to avoid the brush of his teeth only to feel the pressure of his forelegs on her shoulders as he grasped her. She felt a rush of adrenaline- something that cured her almost instantly of her woe. She uttered an ululating growl and bore the weight of him in her shoulders for a moment, before she braced herself and pushed back, throwing her chest against his and rising onto her hind legs. She grappled at his forelegs with hers, claws spread and sprawling, in an attempt to pry his forelimbs off her, and force him back to the ground- and she would follow him if he did.