Qeya River devourer

stigmata watched, with terrible fascination, as verbally she responded to him almost foxily... but hesitated to react physically. she was certainly a creature worth obtaining if he could manage it, but the ironclad male wasn't particularly keen on trying too hard. he wondered if she was too cautious; if she didn't trust enough in her own facilities or the ability of her pack to aid her in at a moment's notice. he wouldn't fault her for not trusting him - he certainly could have one of those faces. he had been too long without good company; he simply thought things might be more enjoyable if they were more relaxed.

and the only way he had learned to relieve such tensions with another canine was to "fight" it out. having also been raised a soldier, he knew the risks he was taking, and he was confident enough to take them anyway. for he was certainly aware that she could hurt him - and severely at that - he simply trusted her not to. nothing she had shown him up to this point indicated that she wished to truly deal him harm; so when she at last, finally - excitingly! - lunged at him, stigmata was not unnerved by her sudden move.

this was his element. born and bred to it. the wolf imitated her dance, bowing just as she, and braced himself for her teeth as they went for his scruff. this was harmless, in nature, and he sought to give as much as he took as the two of them began to playfully jostle one another for the upper hand.

Feel free to PP as much as you like, apart from dealing any "more than (very) minor" injuries! (: