As anticipated, my lavish affection is met with a cold glare, her lips contorting into a nasty sneer just for me. Even after all this time, the Furian had not warmed to my flirtations. It has been a rocky and torrid courtship, and at times even I am at a loss as to just how the chemistry between us worked. But I cannot deny my fascination.... bordering on obsession, with the violent bitch. Something about her laced into my heart, like crude stitches with an unsanitized needle. I liked the pain. Somehow, it fed my pleasure. But, it would have been nice to know that she felt something for me. I mean... I know she does or she wouldn't bare my litters or suffer my constant companionship if she didn't. But she never did anything to truly show that she enjoyed having me around.

Still, I persist despite the constant invisible barrier she places between us, and somehow I am still content. Perhaps not fully satisfied. But content. As I brazenly push her limits, teeth grazing through her fur to skin before darting away again, she predictably lashes out with her own bone-crushing weapons. She is fast... but not quite fast enough. Not this time anyway. More often then not she gets the last bite in, and I relish in the exquisite torture. I might have reached in for a second round, but I decide to savor my tiny victory in our Lover's play, and let it caress my masculine ego. A brusque chuckle slithers from my maw as I recline upon my haunches at her side. After a moment her expression thaws somewhat, perhaps distracted by her curiosity as it rises to form a question upon her lips.

Indigo spheres turn carnal and unreadable as the thought of the male is brought back to my attention, and my skull tips that I may view the path he had taken towards the forest. A gutteral rumble quells at the base of my larynx. "That mongrel came daringly close to getting his throat ripped out." I spoke vaguely, mulling over just how much I should divulge to her. Stella was not an overly affecionate mother. But she was vengefully protective. And frankly... I wanted dibs on the shithead. Eyes slant towards her. "Asterion's been making friends... and possibly an enemy." We shall see what she makes of that.

_{Furian Bastard + Brindle + 16Y + 45", 195lbs + Stalks Stella + Sired Zildjian, Bellatrix, Izarra & Asterian}