The need to feel that you're alright

The man was just so, so confusing. His groan met her ears and she enjoyed the sound, and then he was telling her that he wanted to teach her to fight and told her to leave. Sirius flashed teeth at her and Isa returned the sentiment, flashing her own fangs at him, though hers were much less intimidating. What should she do? The woman took a moment to think about it, not at all obeying the mans orders.

Eventually, after staring at Sirius for a few breaths, Isa crossed the space between them and, standing on tiptoe, leaned up to place a kiss upon his chin, a saber fang on either side of her muzzle. "If you still feel the same tomorrow..." She left it there, open ended. If he still wanted her tomorrow, then he could have her. It didn't need to be anyone else's business. It was strictly between them.

Since he'd told her to leave, Isa did just that. "Goodnight, Warlord." And then she left the storage den and went back to her own space. Still hot and bothered, Isa threw herself onto the pile of furs with a huff. Had she made the right choice? Right now she didn't feel like it, but tomorrow perhaps they would both be thankful for her resolve.

"Isa"