Arrow Lake Fight the break of dawn

Patience had never been her strong suit. But it paid off, more times than it did not. What prevailed was her ability to never give up rather than her desire to leave due to the chance that nothing at all may be there. Ten minutes passed. Nothing. No movement, no so—

Ah. It moved, its gestures incredibly submissive. Tonravik rises to all fours, victorious; her tail arcs and waves left and right as her eyes scrutinize the beaten-looking creature, who seemed strangely graceful even when so low to the ground. As it moves to shift around her, she shifts, too, so that she can meet it step for step. Her ears fall to her crown before pricking up again, and the Tartok woman seeks to sniff the being, emitting a sound that promised for the moment she was a peaceable girl, pacified by the presence of the dark eunuch who had at last emerged.

Tonravik had an overwhelming desire to dominate, but she already had; and so, she was appeased, enjoying the presence of the Omega-behaving critter, moving toward its side, hoping to prevent means of escape by simply overwhelming it with the desire to keep her presence. Tonravik was not so good with words, but physically, she could keep company; the male was met with kindness rather than her typical savagery for his good behavior.