Greyn waited quietly as Mist ate his offering, his posture lessening slightly while she was in such a vulnerable position. He wanted to roll over and lick her chin, whine and carry on like the joyful puppy he felt stir inside him. But he held his ground, his tail slowly gaining distance as it swept back and forth over his back. He was willing to support her as alpha, but he would no longer be happy backing her... He wanted to stand at her side. He felt he had earned the right to court her, even if she didn't accept his advances at first. So long as she hadn't changed so much over the years, he knew her heart...
As Mist stepped towards him, one ear swiveled in concern. He did not wish to fight her, but he would if she made him. Imagine his surprise when rather than attack, or push the matter, she nipped his muzzle and then his ear! Before he really thought about his reaction, that joyous puppy yipped. He nipped her, quick and excited. Before he could stop himself, he'd gotten the side of her muzzle, her cheek, and he set to mouthing her ear before she'd moved to nip Ice.
When he first realized what he'd done, he wanted to shrink, to lick her chin and apologies. Then he sternly reminded himself that they where not yet a pack, he did not need to bow before Mist like a lesser member. Glancing over at Ice, he was sudenly glad the dark female was indeed female. He might have felt the need to dominate her if she was a male... He would have surly seen another male, no matter how well liked, as competition for his silver beauty
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