Redtail Rise the teeth of seven thousand men

Every thrum resonating from his vocal chords strummed her heartstrings and a gasp slipped unbidden past her lips as his teeth grazed her cheek. His breath hot on her larynx evoked mixed feelings of instinctual aversion then held at bay by infinite trust. Even with the confession of bloodlust lingering as a secret between the two of them, she felt no threat. Not when she knew he loved her heart so much for beating. 

His suggestion caused a ripple of excitement down her spine, lifting the fur there in rows of gold-flecked quills, wavering like a thin field of barley. Shrewdly loyal to the pack, she had some reservations about going off on a spur-of-the-moment trip, but she felt the children were grown enough to require less, and the borders had been quiet. She too knew that the onset of winter would likely bring wanderers to their borders, and she would want to be present for their judgement. 

Still- that was months away. 

"Where will you take me?" She asked, playful and voluntary.