Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

The wording caught her attention. Pledge.

Is that what this place is called— her eyes drifted around to take in the area surrounding them before returning to the male— or a pack?

Brought awareness to it now, she noticed the scent of others, though faint. Recently pledged, she thought. Perhaps that explained how comfortable he appeared. 

Arnarkla watched his approach, eyes shadowed to slits. She didn't move, if only for fact her vitals were safer that way. The muscles in her neck went taut as his head lowered toward hers. 

A missed spot. 

The mere mention of it made her snout itch, a muscle in her hind leg flexed but she remained a statue. Her ears twitched back, and then her skull canted upward in a subtle, wordless relent. She wasn't opposed but she would watch closely.