He tried not to shiver as her teeth clamped across his paw in a playful bite, and looked up at her from his grounded position, blue gaze to blue gaze, until her fluttered close, and he could see the happiness written in her expression. Whatever she was thinking or feeling, there seemed to be no lingering anger towards him. To think of how they had acted, like spurned children, to think how she had yelled at him, and he had torn a chunk of his own flesh in a petty retaliation. Yet here they where, side by side, quiet and content.
He gave a soft, short laugh, through there was only a touch of amusement in it this time “Yeag, right” he commented, but his smile when he looked to her was true. Her eyes were still closed, and he let his own roam across her lithe, gentle form. She always kept herself so prim and tidy, hair all in alignment, clean as can be.
It must make a strange contrast to the titan giant, who was happy roll in mud with a fighting opponent, and give himself nothing but a quick dip and a dry in the sun and call it clean. He was familiar with carnal desire, but he had always burnt such tensions through fighting, and never let another female take his thoughts, other than Deathbelle. He had not cared to, because no wolf had ever come close. Yet, as he eyed Zee, he felt himself flushing with his thoughts, and turning away.
"Speech"
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