Words are spaces between us.

I am so behind.. Work has been hectic. :(

Her words did not give him comfort -- it was a grasp at something even she could see the fault in. Bazi had left, and in doing do, had signified very clearly where he had stood in her rankings of importance. Not only him -- but her entire pack. He wasn't sure their relationship could be fixed, and as he had watched the pristine white of her backside disappear in to the distance, he had known he could not forgive her when she had not even looked back.

He spoke nothing -- it seemed a monumental effort to hold himself up at this very moment, and shifting his weight, the cinnamon male attempted to close the distance between them once more, this time his muzzle bowing down to rest in to the soft honey and white fur of Paarthurnax's nape. He inhaled gently, feeling the thrum of his heart slow.

In that very moment, something was undeniably intoxicating about her.. and in that very moment, the man sought the most obvious comfort he could -- tilting his muzzle up, his nose grazed her ear, the intent of his touch now swiftly leaving the thoughts of logic and what he should have been doing -- now, he was focused on what he wanted to do, and he continued this teasing touch slowly, waiting to see the reaction he would receive.

She was a married woman, after all.