Her body twists beneath his titanous figure as she chuckles and maneuvers onto her back. His hind legs shift as she moves and his head draws back in a regal arch as he realizes how the situation has shifted. A small snarl is still present on his lips as he eyes her, unsure of what she may attempt. Strong pillars of muscle still trembled in boiling anger as he still waited for her reply but the calm tone of her voice was not something he expected to hear. A release of tension swept through him as her words were processed in his mind, the quaking of his rigid form slowly began to cease, and the depraved look in his eyes became a bit more docile.

She had changed. She had answered him. Instead of the irritating game that Gazmala had been trying to play with him moments before she had decided to speak her truth and in a way that has settled the beast, no less. The remnant of a snarl slipped away as he adopted a more surly expression with furrowed brows, less threatening and more… displeased. The foul thoughts that were running rampant through his head dissipated as he looked down at her now -- how could he ever think of truly harming her?

Gingerly, she reached upward to touch her nose to his chin and this time he moved so that their noses bumped instead. It was a small move but something closer along the lines of forgiveness than anything in Dirge’s book. ”I’ll kill him then,” he vows to her in a dark tone as he silently admires how charming she looked with her head tipped that way. Whether she cared that the other male was dead or not didn’t matter to him because he is bound and determined to do it anyway.

She starts to speak again and his eyes roll slightly at her use of the word ’pet’ toward him. He is far more to her than a mere pet; he is her god and she is his goddess. He would destroy worlds for her, massacre millions, or jump straight into the bowels of the earth to do right by her. His universe was centered around her now and there was nothing he could do to change that. It made him… feel… things that he had never thought he could. She made him leap into a near blind rage because of the fact that some unworthy cur had dared to touch her.

Her eyes, lethal as they were, melted his anger into little more than disgruntlement. She was right and maybe she had felt… abandoned? He wasn’t sure. But he should have at least spoken to her before dashing off in the dark of night. She deserved an answer too. His chest heaved a huge sigh and a whirling cloud of air filled the space between them. ”I had to leave… to take care of some things,” he finally divulged. But that wasn’t enough, she warranted more of an excuse than just that. ”I was in the business of… hm… starting wars and killing whoever they set me on,” he paused for a second as his eyes searched for a reaction within her own before continuing. ”There was an operation that I left unfinished and they weren’t going to let me get off easily without doing what I had agreed to. I needed to get it done so that I could come back to you with nothing else tying me down... his rugged voice trailed off. It was the most he had spoken in a long time and he would only make the exception for her.

He leans his head down toward her and gently brushes the tip of his muzzle along her lip, down her cheek, and into the thick golden fur of her throat. The touch is exhilarating and her scent only provokes more carnal thoughts.