He circled her again, and again, his mind trying to analyze her. She was beautiful, yes. But not necessarily his type. She wasn't that witty, she was the type to actually follow a stranger to his den. He found it peculiar. She was a sitting duck, and he was the lion ready to pounce. He guided his tail around her, flicking it up to her nares as he came by her face. "So tell me, Soliel . . ." He said softly, making his way to her side once more as he pinched her audit with his teeth gently. His black fur mingled with her pale blonde and whites, a smile crossing his face.

He got so close to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Do you need any help warming up?" He whispered into her ear. His tall frame leaned against hers, hoping she was indeed in the same mood as he was. She seemed so innocent, and he hoped this was not her first time, or if it was he could riggle his way into getting her to give herself up to him - Without any commitment. His only hope that the season nearly being over that she wouldn't be able have any kids from him, though he knew it was possible. He wondered if she'd be the type to force him into staying after . . . God he hoped not.