baby take me higher

He had been wandering around her pack a bit longer then she had noticed he hoped, long enough to catch the scent of the youngsters. He had always had a good nose and young wolves had a particular scent just as old wolves did so it wasn't hard to pick them out from the few others who were of age. What was he suggesting? He chuckled devilishly, throwing her a wink as if she should know what he was suggesting all too well. Could she train them all herself? Were they able to be trained? And what help were children who had no experience with life never mind war. "I'm suggesting you let me help you my dear?" He rumbled, a toothy grin slinking across his dark lips. Then she was closing the gap once more and he didn't flinch or shy away from her touch, rather leaned into it slightly and even reached out to run his maw along her spin as she passed. "Kylar Sovari? And yourself dear queen?" her murmured, voice low and husky now, for her ears alone as he studied her through hooded eyes.

Speech!