Oh the feeling I get when I am in his embrace, within the clutches of this wolf who can be so wickedly cruel one moment and the next as warm as summer;s breath. This male who has since the very beginning captivated me, and captured my eternal heart. The very same who splintered and broke the fragile organ more than once. It is a small wonder that I should still feel this draw to him, to see the diamond beneath the coal black of his fur, and the gilded heat of his gaze. I have never loved another quite so much as I do this male, a fact that has been well and truly proven, though only the one experiment, I could not bring myself to try again with any other. I feel fragile in his firm grasp, small when I am beside him, but I never once feel weak or put down. There is nothing impossible when he is near, for every flaw within myself is a perfection in him, and vice versa. We are the perfect team, a perfect fit to one another. And this elated feeling I carry within the deepest parts of myself are so very worth the wait.

I should like to find out what the hot tickling sensation of his breath against my ear holds, and my eyes widen as I catch his meaning. I bury my muzzle against the base of his ear, exhaling warmly into his fur and nipping teasingly against the skin there. My muzzle raises up to answer the question, tones holding all the heated excitement of the hunt to come. My silver banner wave and my tone is a barely contained rumble mixed with affection and desire, ”Name your quarry, Devil-love. And we shall see it take its last breath in the morning.” My tongue grazes his cheek and my jaws open to gently grasp at the looser skin of his neck, pressure increasing until I make him utter those delicious sounds again. We feed off of one another, I feel almost everything he feels, such is our bond. It is not some magic that binds us, but the wonder of soul bonding, finding the twin spirit to your own. I have stalked him through the years...

...And he has stalked me, though now I am sure this is a different game we play. I grin, tugging at his skin before releasing him, licking at the blood if I got to draw it from him. Yellow eyes fix on gold as I grin. ”Think you can win a race against an Amazonian assassin?” I give a small giggle, nipping lightly at the bridge of his nose and dashing out of the spring to swing around and move into a playful bow. What can I say, my heart and soul bring the pup out in me.