Loupgaru feels an almost sense of satisfaction in the few short days since he parted company with the pretty shadow girl. It had been satisfying, meeting a mare with no intentions of altering him to fit her wishes, she accepted him as he was and if anything, that made his lust for her grow. She did not hang around long after their little courtship, if you could even call it that. The moment he altered his stance and gave her access to the shadowed woods beyond the border of the Inlet, she took full advantage. Before he could even realize what was happening, she was once again gone and far beyond his reach, leaving him breathless and covered in the sweet aroma of their mingled sweat.

At first he had been frustrated and even a bit angry that she once again fled from him, however at least this time, he had been able to spend a few uninterrupted moments with her and gained an even deeper hunger for the minx. Yet as the days passed, that frustration and fury turned into something deeper, something that he could not quite wrap his mind around. He felt certain that he had left her with an equal level of appreciation, and the firm press of her body against his promise that she would not soon forget him. However even as he grazed in peaceful silence, still his mind wandered to that moment in the woods.

’Loup!’ the sickly sweet sound of his name on Parvati’s tongue draws him from his thoughts and the silver bay tobiano finds himself groaning inwardly. Mahogany ears disappear beneath the thick mantle of his cream and ivory tresses as he lifts his proud head to fix the heavily pregnant princess in his golden gaze. Despite the rollercoaster of emotions that welled within him at the sight of her, especially after the little confession the lagoon stallion brought with him, the young wolf still felt some sense of loyalty to the Inlet queen and the children she claimed as his own. (though now he could not help but wonder how true that might be).

However this one… this one he liked to think was his own doing. He had been careful to keep close tabs on her after she came to him with lust in her eyes. He had ravaged her body greedily and done so on more than just one fury filled occasion. He had taken her beneath him and marked her with his own claim. When she closes the distance between them with bright and excited eyes, he cannot help but feel equally suspicious and even curious. It was not often she sought him out these days unless it involved procreation or teaching her brother how to defend the herd. Neither of these tasks he truly hated, but well it did not hurt to make her think he hated them. Level the playing field and all.

She comes alongside him, brushing her velvet lips against his painted shoulder in greeting. Likewise he lifts his head and turns towards her, tracing his whiskered lips along the curve of her neck and lingering for a moment or two against the swell of her belly. Small, fluted ears perk forward as his attention flickers from her dark gaze towards the slow rise and fall of her stomach, watching curiously as the child within makes itself known in the protruding bump of her belly. Inwardly the wolf smiles. This was his doing.

She grazes silently, beside him for a moment, hungrily ripping mouthfuls of the springy shoots of grass and apparently forgetting what it was that had drawn her to him in the first place. The wolf whined within, its curiosity peaked by the apparent urgency in the queen’s voice as she approached, however the stallion in him appreciated the moment of silence. He liked being able to watch her rounded belly sway with each step she took and to glance around them to see if her little boy-toy was watching. A smug grin on his lips as he arches his thickly muscled neck over hers possessively. ’Oh yeah!..’ she begins, jerking her head up and causing him to take a step backwards to avoid her head crashing into his jaw. She continues on, asking him to be one of her guards and his jaw gapes in confusion. A single ear tilts backwards as she goes on to explain that he would have authority and no longer be forced to be considered her claimed mate. Her remark about his shadow girl causes him to narrow his eyes defensively but she does not say anymore on the matter, merely continues on about bearing him children into power and asking if he was willing to accept the stipulations she lays before him.

For a moment he is silent, staring into her bright blue eyes in hopes of uncovering whatever ulterior motives might have brought her to this conclusion. Part of him wanted to scoff at her, wanted to claim that he would do what he liked whether she liked it or not. However, there was another voice in his head that screamed that even the little bit of authority was more than what he had originally and that she could not flaunt her claim over him so vocally to the rest of the world. However…

Ears disappear beneath the thick mantle of his mane as the rugged stallion closes what little space remained between them, pressing his muscular body as tightly to the swell of her pregnant belly as possible. Thickly muscled neck curls tightly as he grasps a mouthful of her darker mane with a feral growl. ”Mine.” he snarls, his graveled tones hungry for more than lust. He releases his grip only to shift his position to trail his whiskered lips along the supple curve of her back, masking her scent with his own as he had in the previous moments before their coupling. ”Mine.” he reiterates, prodding her pale side gently with his muzzle before turning her yellow gold gaze back to her azure eyes. ”Mine yes? Mine.”