Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

He didn't leave her in the vulnerable position long, for which she was grateful. But he didn't immediately remove his weight from her either. For a few moments, she silently held his gaze, eyes only leaving to watch his strangely-colored tongue sweep across his lips. His breath heated the fur of her neck where he still lingered, sounding distinctly like a little laugh, which might have earned him a glare had she not been so captured by those oddly intense moments between his release of her throat and when his weight finally lifted off of her. 

She wasted no time righting herself. She shook the dirt from her coat and then her eyes snapped to him as he spoke again. He wasn't the first to call her that, and so she was surprised to hear it from someone else. Eventually, she chalked it up to coincidence and the color of her fur, her oddly blank expression shifting into something more playful. I did, didn't I, she replied with a smirk. She took a seat as she considered his question. Not too long. A few months now, she answered. My plan is to be a warrior for my pack and train other members to be the same. She was well on her way too, it seemed. Apparently, I still have some things to learn, she added with a lift of her eyebrow.