Gyrfalcon's Keep sweet as honey

He could have easily left her, then and there. But something drew him closer.

As for what, he did not know.

Yet.

With her head lowered—in what he hoped to be understanding of his position in her presence—she was no longer a challenger, but an interest. One in which he intended to pursue by any and all means available to him.

Close, now, he inched his nose forward, taking in a whiff. Her scent was unlike many he'd tasted upon his tongue, and it enclosed him within the bars of its cage. 

Slow, tantalizing, he circled. A predator surveying his prey. 

She could fight him, or she could withstand it. Maybe even request that he take it further? The latter he would allow, and maybe even encourage. But never would he cross the bounds of forcing her into an unwanted act.