Peace of Mind
05-16-2015, 06:08 PM
The male had felt Callisto tense beneath him. Different from spreading her legs to lower the angle of her hips or even bracing for his administrations during the mount. The way she had growled before his paws had wrapped themselves around her hips or the way she denied his teasing when he had kissed her leg. Above all else what had made him stop as he stood beside Callisto was the way she had growled when he decided they were going to quickly just before he was supposed to preform.
Jakart's lips curled to show his canines, hackles slightly raising at her actions. He didn't growl, only displaying a warning, ear pinned back with narrowed eyes. She didn't push him away, her hips however swinging away from him as another growl tore from her throat. Jakart shied away her, taking a look around their surroundings. The two of them we moderately concealed by the fallen trees, moss providing a springy surface to walk on and were easy on the paws. An idea formed in his head, a time when his brothers were under tutelage from their father. A different way of performing. Given the location and Callisto's hostile behavior Jakart mused that if she was on her back, where she could snap and nip and look at him while he tended to her seasonal needs, than maybe this whole thing would be easier.
There was new purpose in his movements, slightly more hesitant from the females growls, but Jakart now had a more solid game plan of helping Callisto with her heat. Cautiously moving around back towards her flank again, a paw came up to her hip and firmly pressed against her leg. Jakart's paws shuffled and he switched to the opposite paw. A whine left him, not begging but more trying to get her to relent and let him help her. Mismatched eyes stared back at the she-wolf, jaw tightening at her hostile growl. "Callisto." Jakart whispered. "Let me help you. If not on your paws then upon your back?" His breathing was becoming haggard. He wanted to help her just as much he thought she wanted him to. When she would let him, well, the male would have to wait and see.
Jakart's lips curled to show his canines, hackles slightly raising at her actions. He didn't growl, only displaying a warning, ear pinned back with narrowed eyes. She didn't push him away, her hips however swinging away from him as another growl tore from her throat. Jakart shied away her, taking a look around their surroundings. The two of them we moderately concealed by the fallen trees, moss providing a springy surface to walk on and were easy on the paws. An idea formed in his head, a time when his brothers were under tutelage from their father. A different way of performing. Given the location and Callisto's hostile behavior Jakart mused that if she was on her back, where she could snap and nip and look at him while he tended to her seasonal needs, than maybe this whole thing would be easier.
There was new purpose in his movements, slightly more hesitant from the females growls, but Jakart now had a more solid game plan of helping Callisto with her heat. Cautiously moving around back towards her flank again, a paw came up to her hip and firmly pressed against her leg. Jakart's paws shuffled and he switched to the opposite paw. A whine left him, not begging but more trying to get her to relent and let him help her. Mismatched eyes stared back at the she-wolf, jaw tightening at her hostile growl. "Callisto." Jakart whispered. "Let me help you. If not on your paws then upon your back?" His breathing was becoming haggard. He wanted to help her just as much he thought she wanted him to. When she would let him, well, the male would have to wait and see.