It had been so many seasons she had almost desired her whelps be grown so she could roam to hunt for her tricolored beast. She cared for her children as well as a mother could but she was perhaps not the kindest, the most talkative. She taught but gave no motherly kindness other than that of flesh, warmth, and protections. Enya had left the wilds to return to her youth pack to protect them even when she longed to be back in the valley although she never had much to do with the pack. No one even approached her often and yet she was pleased by these things. She wasn’t the welcoming type of wolf.

Enya’s head lifted a scent on the wind that brought comfort and pleasure a cold winter ago. He strode forward, she hardly came to expect a greeting that wouldn’t involve his closeness and yet she welcomed it. Today was different this much she could feel he grasped her scruff between his jaws and shook her head. A low growl rumbled in her throat, she couldn’t help but warn him before her jaws snapped to grip the fur and perhaps a bit of flesh but not harsh enough to break the skin. These were only warnings however despite the stiffness of her spine she desired this and enjoyed his rough touch and tendencies but she wouldn’t openly expose this to her beast.

Her frustrations grew every second he kept her between his jaws because of the scent of a female or perhaps females faded with time but it lingered slightly. She parted her jaws on his flesh to snap them closed, a bite she wished to draw blood before attempting to rub her scent on him to reclaim him as her on despite being trapped in his jaws. A growl rumbled in her chest as she lifted off of her front paws pressing into his jaws for a short time before they touched the ground again. Shifting slightly she grumbled her muzzle never leaving his fur and occasionally pressing a tooth against flesh but she stilled deciding what she would do.

Shaking her head perhaps if he didn’t release it would tug at her scruff but she moved her muzzle to cleanse his scent perhaps he had gained the upper hand but she wouldn’t give him all of the control yet. Her actions were clear she had ever desire to mark him as her own. “You are mine just as I am yours.” She stated this breathing deeply before returning to make small nips against his flesh, what harm was a little fun. Knowing the seriousness of these moments and yet still desiring it, she would bring him to spar. Enya never feared power merely respected it, even if it was her own beast.