Neverwinter Forest and I know that when the flood comes, honey,

He was kissed; liquid fire bloomed where her teeth sunk into him. He licked it from his chops and felt it burn through his veins. This time he did not bask in it, but hinged his own jaws wide as if he might take her whole face in his mouth. He never did snap, though — only wielded his teeth like a spiked collar.

The answer was absorbed with a quiet sound of acknowledgement. He tried to recall all the packs he'd come across on the eastern coast. Was hers among them? Perhaps if they employed their own assassins, they had no need for mercenaries.

"Who will come looking for you?" he asked next. And then, spurred by the idea that someone else might come to claim her, he rolled to his paws and stood over her, intending to rub his face against her until she smelled freshly of him once more.