Rougaru cannot help but to watch her. There was something angelic about her, about the way she moved and the fluid grace that seemed to seep from every fiber of her body. She leans against him, the soft silk of her skin sending electric charges through his body. He sighs quietly, breathing deeply of her sweet perfume and doing his best to fight back the wolf that begs him claim her now. Small cupped ears perk as her sweet voice breaks the silence between them. She inquires if perhaps the others did not understand his decisions and almost subconsciously he nods. "Yes..." he breathes. It was possible that they did not know his reasons and what made him tick. Not that many tried to find out. Vasilisa seemed ever determined to undermine him, Monster, well, she was a beast of a whole different color, she loved the attention that he gave her, to the point of flaunting it and he could not blame her. She saw the beast and reveled in its freedom. The only one who seemed remotely aware of his actions and the reason behind them had been Zjeena... but he had set her free.

Apart of him cursed that decision, but deep down, he knew that it was in the Bay she longed to be and despite himself he could not deny her. She deserved the world if she wanted it and he would not stop her any longer. If anything he would support her. Not Liland... Zjeena.

She smiles up at him now, a tenderness in her lips as she presses them against his skin. He cannot help the smile that tugs his own lips upward. Emerald eyes glitter as he closes his eyes and breathes in her scent, savoring the flavor of estrus that hangs there. Saliva coats his tongue and makes it hard to swallow. He wanted to keep her close, to guard and protect her as she deserved. However, like Zjeena, he knew that should her heart choose to wander, he would not stop her.

Almost as though she could read his thoughts, her words break the silence between them. She meets his gaze and he feels the urge to draw her close. Stepping forward he drapes his thickly muscled neck over hers in a protective embrace. His thick husky words slip past his lips in a soft whisper. "I would hope not dear Caly... I could not bare to spend a single night without you close by." he murmurs, drawing his head back once more, his whiskered lips pressing against the gentle slope of her silken neck. Nostrils flare as he nuzzles her, his lips trailing feather soft touches along the line of her spine, savoring the taste of her skin and each curve and contour of her body, memorizing it with the tenderness that was unfamiliar to him. There was something about her, something in those innocent eyes that drew a softer side from him... one that he had long forgotten, replaced by cold and calculating ideas. Here and now, he felt nothing of that hard exterior. Instead, he simply longs to feel her skin against his own, their shadows cast together in a lover's embrace.