Wapun Meadow I'm not asking for favors [M]

A smirk lit up his face again. He could see just how much he affected her. And he reveled in it. It was a sense of power. He knew that, always had been. For a wolf who had felt the cruel bite of being powerless, he knew when power was heady and worked it's way through you.

He raised a brow. Hit a nerve did I.

He licked a paw, pink tongue swirling along his paw, and then across his tooth with a snick.

I told you, you wouldn't like it.

Suddenly he stood, and moved close to her, knowing she would probably bite and lunge, but he got real close. Right next to her ear.

Before you accuse me of calling you something. Make sure you know of what you speak. You know nothing about being used.

He growled low and deep right in her ear. Remember that, Snow.

Then he backed away if she would allow, though truth be told he was waiting for the bite of teeth in his jaw. The frenzied claws against his skin. He knew he had pushed and pushed and she had finally reached her point, though he was also well aware, that she liked the trouble, that it excited her a little.

He moved back towards the tree line if she'd allow. Once he would settle again, he'd lift his head and speak.

You know what i think, Atka.

He said her name like a caress.

I think you like forbidden things, because you know you shouldn't have them. And I think you like what I have to say, more than you'd like to admit.