Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

arcturus was in such a mental fog, he did not realize that towhee had not heard him. that part of his companion was completely overlooked -- in fact, he thought her next comment (while strange) was in response to his mate inquiry. a look of confusion crossed his features at that answer -- was that not what the end goal was, when you became mates?

he felt his composure and control slipping, especially when she arched her spine before him. this was wholly un-navigated terrain for arcturus - he really did not understand why right now, he was filled with such a compelling urge to grab her, to not let her go. his gaze flickered with alarm as she gave him the ultimatum he wasn't prepared for. "no! don't go." he reached for her, but the movement was stilted -- he felt so stupid, but so hopelessly wanting. "please."

the only problem was, arcturus didn't have the slightest idea what to do next. so he hung between reaching out to her, and holding back -- because he had also been taught, quite harshly too, to respect boundaries.. but this woman seemed to have not even a shred of a boundary to spare, and arcturus was not sure if that was wrong or right.. but he wanted so desparately for it to be right.