I'm still yearning for your touch

There was a shift in the air. Eyes snapped opened, revealing pools of vibrant pink. Head lifted, eyes scanning. Looking back over her shoulder, a familiar shadow watched her intently. Her brother. For a moment she simply watched him. Even from a distant she could the fury in his eyes. The murderous frustration that rolled off him. He must not have been able to find some other bitch to fuck. It was so nice being a woman sometimes, no one would turning fucking her. She didn't rise, her posture didn't change. Audits pushed forward, waiting to see if he'd come closer. Half of his mammoth form was hidden amongst the shadows. His steps. There was something off. It was almost as if he was hurt, favoring one leg. A brow lifted in question. He must have gotten himself into quite mess then. Serves him right. Though she wouldn't dare say that now. She knew how and when to push her brother. And now was not the time.

"Demyan." Her voice a soft purr. He would hear her, even with her softly spoken words. Her attention returned to the scenery before her, eyes resting on the endless expanse of water. She really didn't care what she was looking at, she was just simply waiting for her brother to come closer. "What happened?" The question was meant for when he approached, otherwise her words would be lost to the sea. She was interested to know what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into. He wasn't mortally wounded so she wasn't to concerned, he still walked on all four legs, no mass amounts of blood covered him. He was fine. His ego, however, was not. If he had gone this long without fucking some poor girl, then chances were that he was ready to kill something, someone, anything in his path.

She stayed mellow, the only changes was the tones of her voice, becoming soft and sensual, but other than she remained nuetral. She wanted to keep her head tonight. With his approach, should he approach, her chin would tilt upwards to look at him, meeting his heated gaze. A foreign scent mingled with his own. A pack? Her had gone a tried to fuck a pack wolf? Sometimes he thought with the wrong head. She forced herself to keep her face void of emotion, brow lifted slightly, waiting for an answer.

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