The wolf beneath him resisted, fighting back, and it only served to further ignite the flame of desire within him. Her fangs haphazardly ripped into him once, twice, three times or more in different locations across his neck and legs. But the sharp pain drove him to dig his grasp deeper into her shoulder. Only when she struck at his face did he release his firm grip on her shoulder to retaliate and strike at her throat. Blood rushed over his tongue, filling his mouth as he crushed her throat and stole her final words from her. He did not notice when her body went limp beneath him. Enya stepped closer, whispering unintelligible words to the corpse as Reaver lifted his gaze to acknowledge her and welcome her to join him.

His tongue lapped across his lips, tasting the blood of the wolf who now laid lifeless at his paws. A dinner of lupine flesh was his preferred delicacy, and a sense of euphoria coursed through him not only due to the meal to be had, but the thrill of the kill. Ravenna had also managed to land a few good hits, piercing his flesh and furthering his enjoyment of the task. So when Enya moved towards him, nipping at his face and shoulder, he answered with similar nips aimed at her ear and cheek - hard enough to be felt, but not enough to draw blood. A rumble built in his throat as she rubbed along under his chin, pleased with her approval of the meal he had provided. He accepts her closeness, desiring it in a way he had not with since he had banished his wanting for Jaidah.

Reaver dipped his head and nipped at the swollen belly that was a telltale sign of the offspring their copulation had produced. The nip was followed by something different, though - perhaps brought on by the euphoria of the kill - he licked her side. As close as the beast could come to anything resembling affection. He then turned to the dead shewolf, taking Enya's cue and implanting his fangs into her abdomen, ripping the wolf's belly open and making available to her the succulent organs that lay within.