His desire was crystal clear, carried as a musk to her on the errant wind. She snarled softly, though hardly in displeasure. "Why, I do believe that appeals to me, dark one." She rose from their bloody feast, her muzzle gleaming red in stark contrast to her white fur, a feral ruddy grin painted onto her face with what once was a creature's life.

She moved to him, paused beside him with an eloquent look, then sank her teeth into his thick ruff. It was merely a playbite, but carried none of the coquettishness that females were often known to use. No, this was a promise. A promise of what was to come, fierce and feral. This was not to be a joining of love. It was to be one of need, of purpose, and of determination.

She would have her place beside Him. She would take it, by any means at her disposal.

With a last curl of lip in invitation, she strode possessively into his makeshift den, leaving him to follow her slowly waving tail into the darkness.