Takes Two To Tango

She would catch his eyes narrow towards her. Oh so he thought that she would lie? She couldn't help but smirk to herself, she really had no reason to be telling him the truth. They had only known each other for a little while, but now she felt a lot closer to him. It wasn't just the sex, but the time that they shared as well as tales of their past. Kyarst told her that he didn't much like labels, and she nodded slowly. It was hard to have a name for every little thing, and she couldn't help but think of the conversation that she had had with Revenge, about the different kinds of love. Those were all labels too, were they not? Mercy was snapped out of her thoughts when the dark male spoke again, telling her that she too meant something to him. The girl felt a soft blush spread across her cheeks, an almost bashful look coming across her pale face. "Well, I'm glad. Its nice to have a few more wolves in your corner." she said softly. Mercy's ears flickered back for a moment, suddenly feeling the space between them seemingly grow larger. Now that her strength had returned, she felt the need to be held again. Blushing even harder, she glanced at him as she scooted a bit closer, slowly, seeing if he would allow a soft contact. She wanted to curl as his belly, pale fur mingling in with his darker, creating an all new shade.