It's The Place To Be

His breath was soft and even as if he wasn't scared at all, and he wasn't. It was maybe a bit of confidence, but really had Mariah asked him to stop he wouldn't persist. He was really a good man and that was easy to see when he was open like this. He was pretty rough around strangers, Mariah didn't have the opportunity to see that side of him. Still he was pretty neutral and understanding. He never jumped without thinking.

He could sense the way he made her feel though, which is why he was so careful with the way he touched her. She seemed to fall into the affections he offered her, but he didn't want to push any boundaries. He offered her what he was willing to give, and mirrored with how she responded. His arm wrapped around the center of her, holding her close but lightly. Giving her room to move on her own. The sounds and chatters of the festival around them felt non-existent to him. Like it was just the two of them on the river bed, the nighttime insects chirping in the grasses. Even the other wolves that laid a ways nearby to enjoy what the plains were named after, nothing else was on his mind.

He met her cloudy gaze again as she turned to face him, he didn't shy away from her. Probably inviting her more into him. He showed her nothing to make her think she was doing something wrong. To him, she wasn't regardless of what she may have had back at home. As she closed the gap between their maws his eyes would close and he would lean forward to meet her, showing that he wanted it too. Gentle, careful almost at first. His paws flexed over her body, pulling her a little tighter. And then he would push deeper. Not so frivolously, but with a little more emotion as they stepped over the barrier. His head tilted lightly as he continued, tongue escaping to meet hers just at the edge of their lips. He'd let her set the pace, and he'd have no regrets.

"Cerberus"