Maybe it's a dream

He would never have accused talk of rank as being seductive, but the promises falling from her lips were about more than just a position. They were a promise to keep him near her, to give him the power to help protect her. Perhaps that was what he found seductive about them. Or perhaps it was a mixture of the wine, and the delicious feel of her words stirring the fur about his muzzle. They had gotten closer, he could taste the scent of her like raindrops on the wind. The fruity bite of her scent was all he could sense now.

How could he want anything else? Somewhere along the way, he had started to envision them as a team. A force together. Did that entail more than just Alpha and lead warrior? He didn’t want anyone but her. “I want you, Wren. I’m so scared to lose you, but you're all that I want” he whispered. “I like you too, Wren.” He said, throwing caution to the wind. He craved being closer to her. He needed to wrap his paws about the softness of her coat, to feel her breath on his skin. He leaned closer, eyes darting from her eyes to her lips and back again. A warning, or perhaps a promise as he leaned in closer to her. Pressing his muzzle against her own. Lightly at first, tentative, almost wearily. Waiting for her response.


"Speech"