Blacktail Deer Plateau Follow your heart, little child of the west wind

When she squirmed underneath him, Peregrine felt a fire licking in his belly. Although he wanted to proceed, especially since Hawkeye seemed so willing, he ceased his attack and stepped away from her. He especially didn't want their movements to elicit an unwanted and embarrassing physiological response.

"Told you I could play dirty too," he said in a rather sultry voice, nipping at her ear. Silkily, he added, "Consider that a little taste of what I'd like to do to you when the timing's right..." He trailed off, wondering when Hawkeye would be in season and whether she might allow him to breed with her then. He knew wolves tended to be mates before they procreated together but, in his experience, it wasn't a requirement. And the urge to pass on his genes was strong.

Feeling a little hot and bothered, Peregrine sat in front of her and gazed curiously down at Hawkeye. "Are you hoping to have pups this season?" he wondered in a more serious voice.