Blacktail Deer Plateau Discretion of the Mind · PACK MEET

When she yelped, he soothed the area with his tongue, then let his chin rest comfortably on the curve of her hindquarters a moment. "You don't like it rough?" he questioned playfully, his voice suddenly deeper and more husky. "I thought you would..." he teased even as she whirled suddenly, put her nose in his ear and whispered something unexpected.

For a few beats, he looked at her speculatively, wondering if she was just teasing him in turn. He then slid his muzzle alongside hers and rumbled in her ear, "I'd like that very much." Both excited and impatient, he added, "When? Can't you just—call off the meeting or something..." He groaned, remembering her summoning howl and what it meant.

As a matter of fact, he could hear footfalls approaching them. Although propriety told him to spring away from Hawkeye, he instead pressed himself nearer to her, littering the bases of her ears, her cheeks and the swan-like curve of her neck with his affectionate, possessive ministrations. She was his now and he wanted everybody to know it.