You Skulking Bastards

Relm held her ground as he moved up into her personal space and she did indeed tell him why she was pissed at him. The brutes mismatched eyes flashed wide and his smile grew larger. He was proud that she'd had the balls to speak her mind. It was more than she'd done this entire time. Close lipped and broody, this was the most emotion that he'd seen out of the girl since the moment that he'd met her.

"I took you to the springs for the exact reason that I said," he began, shifting closer still to the black and pink fae. "You and I had been in several battles and the springs help with sore muscles." His muzzle was close to her own now but back just enough that their gazes could meet. "I don't fucking read minds, girl. If you want something, you have to say it." He was too old to fuck around with signs and signals. He'd never had to deal with that anyway. Keelin gave him what he wanted, when he wanted. He didn't need any batting lashes or coy glances and, frankly, he didn't want them.

To further push her boundaries, one of Merrick's paws settled on one of Relms and a low growl rumbled from his chest. "I don't like games," he rumbled low. "I don't respect those who play them." Another shift forward and their shoulders were touching, though his muzzle was still close to hers, only a hairsbreadth away. "In life, if you want something, you take it." He was very close to taking her. Had they not been packmates and forced to live in the same lands, he would have already had her pinned beneath him.

"Merrick Mendacium"