I am strong when I am on your shoulders

Oh? She seemed to have touched a nerve there, Samara stifled a satisfied smile, instead keeping her expression light and teasing. Attraction was easy enough for her to work with, it was a dance she was familiar with. The key was in not rushing in with guns blazing, let him feel in control without coming across as uninterested. Samara kept her expression light and teasing. "Of course." She'd reply, tipping her voice into faux innocence. "I wouldn't expect anything more." She rose awkwardly to her paws, shaking herself out and watched as Rhyme lowered himself to allow her to clamber aboard.

Samara gently started to scale the tall alpha, not wishing to hurt him, not that she was sure she could, she avoided putting her paws on joints or anywhere that tended to be a bit more tender on wolves. She settled onto her stomach on her back, positioning herself so she wasn't restricting his movement, her muzzle easily resting in the hollow between his shoulder blades without touching either bone. She wiggled slightly, tucking her front limbs under her chest but allowing her hind legs to hang off either side of him. "I'm comfortable if you are." She purred, closing her eyes again as in in proof of how totally comfortable she was. The woman breathed in his scent, feeling an unfamiliar sort of comfort settle over her.

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