The beast keeps dead eyes locked on the foliage, the wind blowing from behind him helping keep Lacuna scent hidden until the last minute, when her soft shapely body breaks through the trees and bushes that had obscured her from his sight. For a moment a smile graces the strawberry marked face of the behemoth as Mars is momentarily pleased with the sudden appearance of his favoured female. Lacuna, a pretty little thing, as lethal as she was intelligent. Mars welcomes her accompaniment until he remembers her blatant denial to mate with him.

Lips rise and eyes narrow at her in unison as his tail raises slightly in a display of dominance and anger at her coy grin. The beast did not play games, his intentions no matter how malicious, were always transparent, his mind while intelligent in most aspects could not comprehend thing and he had yet to forget the sting of betrayal the denial caused. Limbs begin to move, the muscle beneath his stark white coat rippling with vitality, carrying the beast towards his beauty. But as soon as he does she takes off, eliciting a stunned growl from the monster.

For a moment he stops, lower jaw actually dropping, to watch her retreating form. How dare she! The monster is off chasing the wolfess down, pushing his limbs to stretch to their limits to catch up to her multi hued smaller figure and cut her off. The moves she makes in the game they are playing are perfectly planned, the monster isn’t even aware of the subconcious way she is enforcing her importance, conditioning him to desire her when she is not near. The games anger him it's true, his mind seeing no use for them but yet they serve the dual purpose of keeping him entertained and wanting more, the monster likes a challenge. Little does he know winning this challenge would mean Lacuna won the game.