Ravensblood Forest Let our hearts be the only sound.

He circled her, his eyes drifting over her in appreciation as he considered the meaning of all this. He was not a stranger to a she-wolf in heat, but never before had he given in to the temptation – never before had the timing been appropriate, and certainly never before had they ever meant something to him.
 
Durnehviir meant a great deal to him, and he had surpassed the need to take their courtship slow. Both had made their intentions clear, and she had not yet fled from him when he had told her of his past mistakes. If anything, she seemed to want to grow their future together, and with this thought, the shadowrunner released a loose growl.. One of a possessive nature.
 
She nipped him then – a sharp movement that the Regal had not expected, and as her teeth bore past the thick fur of his haunch and to his skin, he snorted in surprise, his ears flattening for a moment as he paused in his movement. His eyes were intense as they studied her, and testing the waters now, uncertain if she was either encouraging him to work harder for his prize, or if she was warding him off, the Mayfair prowled closer, his jaws agape as he made to mouth at her own flank, waiting to see if she would set upon him repercussions for his actions.