Sawtooth Spire un beso

-laughing- she's so WTF right now

Though he put her in an uncomfortable situation, Nanuk was impressed by his boldness. He was still relatively new here and yet he was gaining ground within the pack quite quickly. Without being wholly disrespectful, he still pushed at boundaries and tested limits with others. This was what Tonravik wanted to see from her subordinates and it made her wonder if they'd met yet, perhaps even if they had talked about her expectations. She did not reprimand him for his actions and instead, played the game that she had initiated, taking his throat lightly enough in her jaws that she did not endanger his life but strong enough to hold him there.

For whatever reason, he pushed closer, bringing her teeth tighter around his neck. She did not understand why the movement had been made, until some form of clarity was brought to her in the way of his mouth closing around an ear. For a moment, everything froze, an imperceptible shiver disrupting her furs as his tongue swept the sensitive skin of her ear. Her mind racked, working to comprehend the why. Why was this different than any other time her ear had been a focus of attack in a fight, friendly or otherwise? Why did it make her muscles quake for that brief second in time? Why? Why? She did not and could not understand. 'What the fuck?'

The second broke and the ghostly female found herself being maneuvered back towards another tunnel, his teeth grazing her jawline. Mind worked to catch up, coming to the conclusion that she had lost much more than a second. Damn him. With a snort, her personality snapped back into place, a snarl ripping from her vocal chords as her mass began to push back at him. They would go through the tunnel she chose, determined to steer the outcome of their game. Hind paws dug in to catch dulled claws on the hard, earthen ground as she shoved at him with renewed vigor, metallic eyes practically glowing with intensity in the gloom of the labyrinth.