Spring was in full swing and for Sabine it came with an insatiable need to be a bitch. Well, a bigger one than usual. She was raring for a fight and was all too eager to sink her teeth into someone. Fighting, fucking, whatever. She just needed to do something. This was both her favorite and least favorite season. It was her favorite because everything was so much more entertaining and it was her least favorite because there weren't always opportunities to entertain herself when she wanted to be entertained. The giantess itched with restless energy. Sabine had hung around the ship long enough to become familiar with its many intricacies. While her knowledge wasn't perfect, she knew her surroundings well enough to traverse it with confidence. She prowled around the base of the ship in search of entertainment and finding none, took off towards the north. Her posture shifted from regal and haughty to predatory the moment the wind ruffled her fur and she knew she was no longer close enough to the ship for it to serve as a wind breaker. Somewhere behind her Ehrgeiz must have lurked, but at the moment her thoughts were everywhere but on him. She wasn't bored with him, but she'd had her fun and her thoughts were now firmly planted elsewhere. Surely there was someone else out there just as bored as she. "Talk" "You" Think

With his nose to the ground Angelus followed the scent of the mystery woman in heat. It was a pursuit that had spanned a couple days; a complex game of cat and mouse. In this instance he was both cat and mouse, both predator and prey. His dogged, stubborn pursuit made him the pursuer, but he didn't think for one second that he was in control of the game. The woman owned it. She'd let him come close on more than one occasion, even shared a meal with him, but whenever he thought he was on the verge of success she'd taken off with a saucy saunter that demanded he follow. Angelus paused to lick at a wound on his left foreleg. In one particularly tricky exchange she'd lured him in only to spin and strike when he dared lift a paw to her flank without her express consent. He was learning, though. With every encounter he was figuring out what she wanted and who she needed him to be. He was patient, and, being overwhelmed by the strength of her heat scent, willing to be anyone. Once the ache in his leg subsided he was off again, but he didn't go far. After circling a stand of trees he froze. There she was.

Her pursuer wasn't at the forefront of her mind, but he was by no means forgotten. When it came to a mate, or any wolf, really, she had high expectations. Sabine expected a certain kind of a treatment from all wolves she dealt with. She was a queen in her own right and she demanded she be treated as such. Was that too much to ask? She didn't think so. It wasn't like she was asking anyone for the skin off their back... Taking the skin off someone's back. Now there was a novel idea. Sabine filed it away for later. Surely there would be a need for it one day. She stilled mid stride as a familiar scent reached her nose. Her boy was back, huh? A slow smile spread across her lips. She'd been beginning to think he'd given up. Her tail curled over her back in an invite. She said nothing, merely turned her head in his direction. Come and play. "Talk" "You" Think

He went unnoticed for several moments, but instead of announcing his presence to speed things up he stood still and waited. Every step of this was hers and he was willing to wait for his cues. There were no easy victories, he knew this now. Every step had to be earned. But he was patient and he was head over heels for this vixen who challenged him so. She ran him in circles and left him aching. He didn't know much more he could take. Her silent summons was enough. He frisked closer, slowly slinking across the distance until they stood face to face, just a few feet apart. Angelus didn't dare assume he could waltz right into her space. No, he'd played this part before. Humility got him closer. His ears flicked back and his head lowered. The giant crept closer, taking each step slowly and carefully because none of them were guaranteed. Once he was within touching distance his head lowered further and he reached out to touch her chin with his lips.

There was a beat of silence as the man considered the sight before him. Dare he come closer? He'd been bitten once already. Finally the sound of his approach reached her ears. She stood still and waited, offering no sign that she might – or might not be – pleased with his presence. The brute slowed and then stopped before her, and then there was another beat of silence as he considered his next move. Sabine waited. She was pleased with this game so far. The man was smart. He knew he was being played just as well as she knew she was being played. The end goal was the same, it was the pursuit that decided the victor. She didn't hear him lean in so his placating gesture surprised her. The giantess didn't shy away though. She let him touch her and relished the feeling of his breath on her neck. Gooseflesh rose along the back of her neck as anticipation settled in. Everything was so much better in season, so much more potent, and the littlest touches were enough to set her on fire. Part of her wanted to be done with it, to give in. But this was a game. Sabine leaned down slowly, her cheek grazing his. She moved as if she were going to nibble along his neck and then at the last second veered off course, her nose trailing down the front of his left shoulder. In seconds she reached the wound on his leg and paused there. After a moment she leaned in and pressed her lips against the swollen skin above it. "Talk" "You" Think

Angelus chilled as the woman's lips found the wound on his leg. Was that a reminder? An apology? He strongly doubted it was the latter. The brute froze. He wasn't sure how to react. She was giving him so little information to work with. Was he about to get bitten again? He hadn't seen the first strike coming. Of course he'd guessed that a bite was possible, but he hadn't known just how possible it was, how easily she'd draw blood. What he needed to do was distract her. That's what she wanted, wasn't it? She was toying with him, testing his mettle. Angelus wasn't going to back down so easily, if that's what she was thinking. If she truly wanted him gone she was going to have to quite literally chase him off. But that's not what she wanted. She wanted him here, he was certain of it or else the last couple of days wouldn't have happened, it would have all ended the first time they met. What she wanted was him, only on her terms. He was sure of it. After deciding on a course of action Angelus arched his neck and lowered his head. He dropped his head until it was level with Sabine's. From there he reached forward, intending to nibble along her jawline and hopefully drag her attention away from the bite wound on his leg.

A slow, amused smile drew up the corners of her mouth as Angelus found the side of her jaw. A hum left her lips as he found the hollow of her throat. His efforts earned him a small victory; under his touch Sabine arched her neck and the threat on his leg was momentarily removed. Her empty gaze became heavy-lidded as she allowed herself to be lulled by his gentle touches. He was a quick learner, adapting to every challenge she tossed his way. She rather liked that, and she didn't feel like she was settling. And that feeling was what made up her mind. They'd been playing this primal game for days. There had been the need for few words, they'd played it largely by touch, and that was perhaps what would make this victory so sweet. -fade- "Talk" "You" Think

He felt rather than saw the woman raise her head in response to his touch. Her neck grazed his as she arched it and the feeling of his fur being brushed backwards sending chills rolling down his spine. Angelus followed her as the woman straightened, his head rising and lips dragging upwards along the side of her neck as he moved. He breathed in deeply. Her scent was enough to drive him crazy, but he clung to sanity for fear of being chased off again. If this was just another tease he wasn't sure he could take it, but that didn't stop him from making it hard on himself by taking in her sweet scent each chance he got. Angelus found the hollow of her throat again. The fur there was still damp, the strands sticking together in uneven clumps. The giant brushed them flat with his tongue and then mussed them up again with his teeth as he nibbled down the curve of her neck towards her chest. As he went his touches grew increasingly rough and needy, progressing from gentle nibbles to stinging bites as he tested his partner. The woman didn't rebuke him and instead pressed into each bite. This was it, he decided. There was something about this encounter that felt different than the others. Nothing had been said between them and yet they appeared to be in tune with one another. Angelus had never felt quite like this before with someone. He didn't even know her name, but he felt as if she'd been made for him. -fade-