That silent snarl written across his features erupted into life, a very real sound ripping from his throat when chasms of red met with those of green and teal. A piercing sensation drove through the very core of the beast, as though he had been struck by some invisible foe. His immense form flinched and he snapped at the air just above and to the right of where his head had been before. For a moment he tore his gaze from her, eyes flashing around him at the underbrush, looking for her hunting partner who had dealt him whatever blow he had sustained. But he cannot keep his gaze from her for long, his focus drawn back to her as a moth to a flame, unable to look away.

For a moment he fell silent once more, staring across the space between them, his gaze ravenous as it consumed every inch of her. Beyond than the pleasing hues of her pelage and the feminine curve of her hip, he saw the bristle of her hackles and the defensive posture of her bodice. Such a thing would normally push him, inciting a feral need to dominate or a basal desire to rip limb from limb, but something forces him to show constraint. There was some subtle influence that he could not identify, the feeling that though she defied his demands at first, there was a willingness to surrender to them.

Once more his jaws parted, this time merely clicking closed again as he huffed heavily, an almost pant-like expression of his state of mind. That piercing feeling remained, not so sharp now, but a constant and dull ache that pulled at his chest. And when she whined softly the feeling intensified. She stepped towards him and it was magnified. Finally he relented to whatever this need was and took a step in her direction. Lowering his head slightly, he automatically adopted a posture that would protect his throat in close range with another wolf. Drawing closer still, he bore his teeth once more, jaws parting slightly as he breathed in her scent.

With each step the feeing intensified, and yet it was soothed in the same beat. Should she allow him within range, he would move alongside her, breathing deeply of her aroma and seeking to position his head and neck over her withers. Resting his chin on her back would further demonstrate his dominance over her, and how she would react to such a thing would dictate what might happen next.