And So We Meet

As he watched her from his peripherals, he saw her expression change when he asked if she had anyone waiting for her. He desperately wondered what she was thinking, and he perked eagerly toward her when she finally gave him an answer. "No, I don't." Her voice came out as a purr, and excitement coursed through him as she returned the question. His heart was beginning to race, and he leaned toward her, feeling as though he was beginning to lose control of himself. "No, there's no one waiting for me," he responded, shaking his head, "I'm free to do as I please." It was difficult to keep his breath steady as he spoke, particularly as she continued to praise him. Did she know what she was doing to him?

He had to step away from her, feeling as though he might do something stupid if he didn't separate himself from her. All he wanted was to close the gap between them and wrap his paws around her waist, and give in to carnal desire. He had to suppress a whine, swallowing hard against his boyish desperation. Had she been a loner in different territory, he might not have tried so hard to control himself, but being that she was a pack mate, he knew he didn't want to earn himself a reputation that he couldn't walk away from, or worse, become the perverted outcast banished from Talis. Barely maintaining his composure, he turned to look over his shoulder at her. "I'd like to get to know you,
Fern," he murmured, tail swishing in a beckoning motion, hoping she wouldn't go her own way too soon, "Care for a walk? After all, we have all night." He paused with a grin, eyeing her graceful form before locking his gaze with her bold golden eyes, hoping she would follow him.