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She was not only a lover, but a fighter wrapped up in a beautiful, seething package of gold and umber fur. When her kind attempts to get the girl to remove herself went unheeded, the Nomad believed it was due to intimidation. She knew she was tall in stature, taller than most females she came across and to this petite creature she must have looked like a monster about ready to crush the girl. But there were no such intentions, provided the girl had sense enough to know when her exit to leave was cued.
X’yrin simply sighed as the dog held tighter to her mate, refusing to meet the woman’s eyes or dislodge. Her gaze then lifted to Saluce gesturing with an expectant tilt of her head for this little game of his to stop. It was no longer entertaining and starting to grate on the woman’s nerves. Obviously the message managed to get across as she watched her mate attempt to remove the small girl from his presence… but not without substantial resistance.
In another setting that did not involve ‘her’ mate, X’yrin would have commended the girl for her persistence. Perhaps even offered words or encouragement. But unfortunately the situation involved her mate at the object of possession to a bitch that did not deserve it. The calm demeanor melted away quickly, resulting in not a smile, but an unsheathe of fangs coupled with a reverberating snarl as well as a less than gentle hand latched onto the young girl’s shoulder. The senseless thing yipped in pain as claws sank into her shoulder and roughly jerked her from the grey male. Undoubtedly her shoulder would heal without a scar, but her ego would not likely recover so easily. If anything, this would be an experience for the young dog; to avoid the suppressed hostilities of a jealous female unless she again wanted to be on the receiving end of the fallout.
While the woman reclaimed her composure, albeit slowly and with panted breaths, her feral mind was still in a raging state attempting to compel the she-wolf to not only humiliate but give the girl a lesson. And not only that, but show that excuse of a bitch that the grey male was ‘hers’ and was nowhere near worth his affections. While circling him possessively on all fours might have driven the point home well enough, she was reminded that their settling as not too accommodating to such primal actions… but that did not mean she couldn’t show her claim in another way.
Stepping between the runt female and her mate, she snaked a sure arm around his waist while drawing her better fitted form into his inviting warmth. Her growl was soft though challenging as she looked over her shoulder to the ego bruised girl and lifted her tail in dominance. But still, the act was much too subtle for her liking…not enough to leave an impression and keep that bitch from returning. Fluidly, she turned in place with a sweeping tail then let it fall between her thighs now purposefully fixed to her lover’s groin. Her tail waved contently, brushing between his inner thighs at leisure as her challenging gaze was set on the girl, daring her to make yet another defiant move in the face of evident loss.