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It still amazed the boy how she could think that she could escape his clutches just so easily. Did she think that this was a game to him, that she was nothing more than an object to fulfill the days? He had lived within his birth lands for far too long, seen things a young pup should not have seen and yet he had vowed to always protect her. He had vowed to stand by her side, well stand before her, in the face of trouble. She challenged him every step of the way, proclaiming in that husky voice of hers that she is self sufficient, that she could take care of herself. As ever! The woman was littered with scars and he would bet his last bone that there was more hidden beneath that lush pelt of hers. And it was such a gorgeous petticoat. As dark as the deepest night, that not even the brightest moon could penetrate, that held a sensual gleam. She was healthy for a female, stocky yet it did not take away from her feminine appeal even if part of her ear was missing. She was just savage, and it intrigued him just as much as it infuriated him.

True, he did not know a thing about her past but did intend to remedy that one day. One day she would know that no matter what he would be there. She will know that she had a partner and that she could trust him. It will be on that day that she will come clean, where she would open up to him and tell him all her secrets. It was only just, for she was his. His to watch over. His to protect. His to annoy. HIS! It did not matter that each time they were in the same vicinity she attacked him. It did not faze him that she constantly threaten to destroy him, to remove him from the face of this very plane. The River Tyrant had spoken, that this female would need him in the future and he was not one to disobey his God. However, even he had to admit the pull he felt toward her. In truth, he couldn�t leave her alone even if he tried and boy did he try. Several times along this journey he had paused, questioning himself and whether or not chasing a femme who did not want his company was worth it. The perils, the challenges, all of it took a toll on him and you could say he grew wiser for it. Yet one thing was clear, no matter how much he wanted to throw his paws in the air and turn back something deep within him ached and ached something terrible. Let�s just say it was from his God. It was in that same deep place that provoked him to pick up the pace, that something was about to happen. Quickly he does so, large paws eating up the space as he closed in on his prize, only moments fully taking in her scent before she came into view.

Ah fishscales.

Quickly he stops, paws kicking up a flurry of powder as he does so, eyes widening in fascination as the flurries settle about them in what could be described as a romantic scene. Eyelids narrow as they zoom in on the way the snow caresses her inky form before melting under her heat. A heat he knows only too well for even from a tree length away he can feel it from her eyes. She is liquid lava, scorching yet so damn beautiful. Her electric blue eyes seem to spark with vehemence, and he truly believes he should be on fire. Yet, to her fire he is oddly cool as a smirk finally dances upon his lips. He has tracked his quarry successfully.

She has not changed, save the few marks that now coat her, she was the same gore covered femme he had grown fond of. �M�dear how ever do you plan on defending yourself if you let your paw fall off due to frostbite?� He nods his head toward her water sodden paws during such a cool winter month. �But then I always said you needed a male to protect you, on the inside you always were a tad�wild.� His words held his always present pompous attitude and edge yet the last statement was laced with careful contemplation and humor. As if he was really deciding who to put on Guard the Foolish Female Duty. A moment passes before he shakes his head like it is a lost cause for in reality it was.

A step closer.

His heart pounded within his chest, he knows she is tense and given their previous encounters ready to pounce. That is the reason why he is filled with excitement, not because he is at peace now. Not because he did not know he was broken without her. Not because now that she was so close he felt�contentment.

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