Drums... drums in the deep

He flattened his ears and looked back at her as she muttered a few words and sent something skittering across the floor. The echoey hallway was not an easy place to hide a whisper and he stopped. Waiting until she had caught back up to him again. Better not to give her the space to find trouble to fall into. 

He was not… always cautious or wise with his words around her. He tried to chew on the one in his thoughts for a moment. Speaking it did not change the situation, surely would not make the one he had forced her into easier to bear. Perhaps there was a cruel streak in him, to voice this truth. “If I did not have a mate I owed my love and loyalty to, I would take you to bed. Not once, not to dally with. But as a partner.” He told her. Holding his gaze to her, feeling that heat smoulder through him again. The long abandoned mine, far from the wolves they knew, was not the wisest place to respark that heat. His hungry eyes rested on her for a few moments longer.