all a matter of perspective

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"Darling," she said gently, but with her way of using the term as a form of possession rather than endearment, "-that depends entirely upon you, and what you chose to make of the situation." She lay down fully now, with her giant forepaws crosses as daintily as lillied hands at a tea party. She didn't mind lowering her belly to the stone. She could afford to. She was completely in control, no matter how sweetly she looked up to the wolf.

She let a proper pause sink in between her words; what she had to say next was important - a bit of a revelation that would help explain the situation - so long as the male was quick minded enough to look for explanations and wasn't too busy stupidly bemoaning his fate. "Do you think that I captured you because I am a mean soul, who hates other creatures? I am hardly so vulgar or so shallow. I seek your company because, as much as it will pain any cat to admit, I enjoy having someone to be around now and again." She shrugged, as though trying to casually brush off any measure of too deep emotion that might've slipped into her words. She didn't want the wolf thinking that she was someone he could weasel his way away from just because she had admitted to having a heart. She'd have no end of trouble if that happened.

But there was honesty in her eyes now as she looked upon him. "So your answer may very well be yes. I hope one day it will be yes." Her speech grew quieter and quieter, and softer and softer, until at the end it was barely more than a whisper. She had been a bit strict and rough of tongue before - and enjoyed it - but now she was begining to have other thoughts. She was quickly growing attached to this pet of hers. She had held herself back, but now she wanted to move close to him again - to stroke his pelt and see how soft it was. From the viewpoint of a fellow predator, wolves were vulgar, but as pets they could be an absolute treasure. Silverback restrained herself though, remaining laying as she was. She was just beginning to make headway with this one, and though she could force herself upon him - she would not. Not yet.