It was a feeling most right to be near her, yet so different than before. She is a female most powerful and commanding. One that brought out another side in him, if only but a little. He swore he could feel her own eagerness slipping into him, like when his tongue laps up water so gently. Oh, how he wished to lap her up like water. To taste her soothing fur on his lips, and the anticipation was something that could almost make him shiver. The male of chocolate midnight could only go along what path fate gave him. A winding path, taking him places he had never gone before. He has wandered landscapes far and wide, searched the tops of mountains and the bottom of canyons. He knows to follow the call of the stars, and that they will always lead him to where he needs to be. And this is where he needed to be tonight. Standing alone on the edge of a pack that likely wants to rip his throat out simply for living in Diveen, now in the company of a Demon who stole his soul.

Her smile, no matter how lazy, was a gift from the heavens, or in case, a gift from hell. His blue eyes were drawn to it like a moth to flame, pleased to see such an expression on her face. He only knew she was a female strong and dominant, he knew not what she was capable of or what she had done in the past. It meant little to him, at this moment, but to know she was a lethal killer of wolves would be a source of internal conflict. Ultimately, he knew he must follow the draw to be with the dark female, to be with her as the stars command, but never would he wish to see her kill. At least...that is what he thinks now. Fate has a strange way of altering one self in time.

The distance between them was not closed, and it might as well still been eons away. It was strange to feel so close and yet so far from someone, and only such a thing would happen to the male around his imprint. He had come closer, his own voice whining in a plea for her affection. He wished only for her touch, and only to make her happy as well. He knew not exactly what would make her happy, the stars and the wind did not tell him all. Yet she comes forth, bringing her form to his in an eternal embrace.

She moves around him, her body touching him as she rounds him once more. Yojimbo sighs in relief, his eyes closing to enjoy the touch he so craved. There is a serenity on his features, a comfort in his frame. No tension was to be found once she had given him what his inner being desired. He can feel every curve, every little piece of fur intertwining with his own. A temporary union. She comes to stop at his chest, leaning into him, and he returns the gesture as he opens his brilliant blue eyes. His form falls gently into hers, his muzzle reaching out to touch her shoulder with tender care. He was still very much Yojimbo, the peaceful male who speaks for the stars, and he so wished to share all of himself with her...yet to share himself, would leave him vulnerable to her whims. Change was always an inevitable thing.

"Your name, what is it, that you wish me to call you?" he questioned, his voice deep and yet so gently loving and caring. He knew her not and yet knew her all. He wanted more and yet, it was all before him. Ultimately, she was the one in control. She was the holder of his fate, and he was largely at her mercy.