Blood Song

It was all a matter of waiting, knowing the wolf she lived with would come to her was half of the thrill. The other half was knowing that she had driven him to aggression once again, hearing his snarling in the hallway, she knew she picked the right day to finally submit fully to him and allow him to make his heirs. His rumbling was more like purring in her ears as he came for her, his demands and inner wars clearly written over his face, leaving the crazy female grinning like an innocent pup and wrapping her tail delicately around her hips as she sat to greet her mate.  "Then, perhaps, I should stop running? I am tired anyway." She makes a dramatic fall onto the pillows she has strewn out over the floor of the room, kicking a leg up and twitching for effect.  "What happened to you?" Her dusty rose gaze zeroed in on his wounds, and she got to her paws. Growling softly in displeasure about his cuts - more so the fact that she did not make them - she moved closer to him, hoping that he would let her tend to the worse of his wounds. Of course, he would be fighting others, it was how he fed her and kept his aggression at bay. She would often piss him off specifically so he would go hunt someone, but not today.