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The moment is fraught with tension to the point he could physically feel it and it is only then that he wonders if she would run. A sharp panic rings within for a moment, the boy all too aware of the fact that he knew nothing about the land he now found himself within. A panic that had he not been the trained warrior he was would overtake him and cause him to loose his focus. But he was not some untrained pup, and as such he reigned it in, sure in his knowledge and belief in the Tyrant. If she fled then he would only track her down yet again. He would follow the reckless female all over the earth if he had too and would do so with zeal. She may be headstrong and very dominant but so was he. The noble bastard was just way more subtle with his, but just to err on the safe side. �Look at you all tense. I never knew you to run from a fight.� He goads, his posture never leaving from the ready, voice nearing a bored tone when he was anything but. He knew that she would not, could not, turn tail after that. Doing so would confirm that she was weak, that she could not stand her own and that he was right all along. Something she would rather die than do.

Yet should she decide that running would be better than facing him, he was ready. His travels had leaned him out, even though he was still very much built underneath his hefty coat of silken fur, he had lost a bit of weight. She would have the edge but he too would be high on adrenaline. Eager to catch what is his, to feel her body yield to his when he caught her would be reward enough. He would make it his point to stay on her heels and if by some weird chance he lost sight of her then he would merely track her yet again. �But then again I would rather give chase. It makes it that much sweeter when I catch you and make no mistake Love I will catch you.� His words are laced with heavy intent and implication, knowing that her mind will shred the underlying meaning to shreds. That is what he wants, her off balance.

Another second passes as he takes in her rigid fighting stance. Did she really think she was intimidating? He wonders what she would do if he told her that she was so fucking adorable right then; especially when she had let loose the baby snarl when she had finally caught sight of his glorious form. He takes another step closer, painstakingly closing the gap, and pressing her. Knowing that he was playing with a hairpin trigger and getting off on it. Deep cobalt and lime green delve into her now flat deep blues, but it was too much too late. He had seen the slight panic, the indecision and the tiniest prick of happiness. See even her soul knew that she needed a strong male by her side and it recognized one right in front of her.

She had not uttered one word yet, but that was fine by him. He would continue to coax, taunt, and press until he received his just reward: a reaction. Another step and now he was a fox length away, close enough to make contact should either party decide to lunge. It is then that another delicious growl slips from her bared muzzle, caressing his radars and slipping around his own heart. It was erotic in a very twisted way, the way she acted like a wounded and scared animal any time he drew close. The very manly side of him wondered how she would sound if they should ever share a den. His own tongue darts out to moisten the fur around his slender muzzle, eyes dancing with amusement as her hackles rise, lush tail curling over in what could only be described as pure dominance. It was a heady aphrodisiac and his own tail twitched with the effort to withhold his reaction, to hide it from her.

Her head is low, ready to strike and protect her own throat yet she should know that position is a double edged sword. Yes it protects her own throat but it exposes her ruff to him as well, and since he was already taller than she, he had a relatively good chance of gripping her and wrestling her to the ground. �You know I like it rough Love.� He all but purrs, knowing that would get to her and probably earn him a few scars in the process. �I could answer that question but I really see no reason why I should when you are a smart wolf. Tell me, is it that hard for you to use your brain?� A chuckle drips from his lips, knowing that he is playing with fire, yet his eyes are keen, watching her body. Waiting for any sign that he pushed too far, but really hoping that she give in. He waited far too long to feel her bodice pressed against his solid frame.

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