What's the worst that could happen?

The star coated wolf gave a husk laugh and leaned closer to Anthea. His eyes danced before they slid closed and he pressed his muzzle to hers. There was more heat behind it this time. Mmm…. To wait, or to call Artorias? He pulled back with a teasing laugh and raised his head to howl for his Alpha. A part of him wanted to finalise her move here before anything could sweep her away again. Having her join the Hallows had been his desire for a while now. 


There would be time for other delights once they'd spoken to Art. Perhaps with them could come the question of where she would be denning. He didn't want to push her too much too fast. Let her pick the pace.