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Posted on February 22, 2014 at 06:59:57 PM by WARLOW
male | six years old | mated to none | imprinted on Mistletoe Lucky for Warlow she didn't seem to get too upset by his annoyed display of her revelation. He would just have to stick like glue to her side and make sure no other male had intentions for her. True, their bond connected them as surely as the moon ruled the ocean tides, but if his memory served him right he also knew that she could be connected to him and mate to another. And that - well, that simply would not do. Grudgingly he would let her have her friends, males or not, until he noticed any sort of romantic inclination from another male. Then he would take a bite out of the male. The whole situation played out in his mind stirring the crazy inside of him and it was more difficult to surface than before. It would take him days to sort everything out with this new twist. It cannot be said that he loved Mistletoe. Not yet. The emotions surging through him were more primal that that but they paved the way for such emotion. Indeed she was probably the only female he would ever desire now and in his mind she would be his mate. Whether Mistletoe agreed or not, well, that would be found out. If not then Warlow had his own plans to keep others at bay. He was more in tune to his feral instincts than some and it included a possessiveness that bordered on obsession. Warlow closes his eyes while enjoying her attentions. He pitches one ear forward and lets the other drift to take in the sounds of the woodland as well as Mistletoe. "Not really. No pack lands anyways." Should he tell her about his sister? It wasn't as if he held any sort of obligation to her - not anymore. His sole gravity has shifted to revolve around Mistletoe. Both ears prick as he wonders if she will be jealous and he has to hold back a leering smirk at the idea. It would be pleasing to him, no doubt. "I've a sister. Natu. She is running around here somewhere making friends I'm sure. She is always a suck-up." He snorts in distaste, as if the very idea of her annoys him. Maybe it kind of does. They are so very different. The last time he had played was as a pup but the need for it came crashing back like a tidal wave. He smirked at her, his face taking on a hunting quality. For a moment he does nothing and then he leaps over her small body, twisting on his hind legs as soon as his paws touch the ground. One of his front paws comes down on the back of her neck and he is trying hard not to be too rough with her. Warlow darts his head in, nipping her ear then licking her cheek before pulling away and darting into the woods with his tail high in the air. Come and me his eyes taunt with a quick glance back. Wolf Stock: HotNStock @ Deviantart
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