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His words were not encouraging, but the snow leopard had mustered up her courage for this and she could not flinch of it now. She expected a rather rough snapping and yank at each of the pain centers and perhaps he?d even have to bite through some shallow skin to get at the deeper thorns - She let her muscles bunch tight in preparation. ?But none of that came. In fact, what Silverback felt was the soothing touch of the male?s tongue, as he eased out the offending little frog-stickers. It couldn?t have been more gentle. And ? with all considered ? it was almost? pleasant.

Silverback felt the discomfort lessening with each thorn the male fished out. And she also noticed how he began to really take his time. This was more than just giving a helping hand to a stranger. He was enjoying himself. The tension in Silverback?s body slowly vanished. She even sheathed her claws and let her head fall back again ? not in pain, but in comfort. The grey one ?she didn?t bother remembering his name- was even getting out those terrible cockleburs. As he moved his body over her own, her long, fluffy tail reached up and brushed against his fur. She was making it clear that she was grateful. He was no longer in any chance of danger from her. She didn?t want to scare him off.

Her suspicions were confirmed with the love nip he gave her belly. One grey-green eye peeked open. Oh he?d best not start games that he wasn?t ready to finish. Not with her. One way or another, Silverback tended to play for keeps. She was watching him now as he came around to her paws. She turned each one over to him, presenting black pebble-like pads with feather soft fluff fringing around them. What a good boy he was being. For a bit Silverback was terribly tempted. How much would she like to have a creature like him kept safe away for her in a cave? He could groom her all the time then. Oh and he was doing a marvelous job on her fur ? particularly for a wolf.

She could sense the change slowly taking hold of him. She felt it in his touch, heard it in his breathing, she could practically smell the pheromones in the air. When he finished and stood to look at her ? with those wild eyes, Silverback was left without a doubt. And yet despite the male?s desire he was pulling back. With honeyed words he tried to make himself a door for a possible exit. Silverback was left in that moment to make a crucial decision. Did she let him go? Or did she try to convince him to stay and then attack to make him her own?

She let out an exhale that came in a rather throaty purr. High time he leave? ?Yes I think so.? She swallowed, making an effort to control herself. He had helped her. No matter how much she liked him, he deserved to stay free. He was a bit big of a catch for her to try to bag anyway. The dappled mountain queen, now returned to her former glory, glanced away from the male, but she was only able to do so for a moment. While the rest of her body remained reclained in the thicket, her tail reached out to stroke at his side again. ?Thank you,? she breathed.