ooc: Suppose we can end this whenever it feels good.
The she-wolf would have been happy if her mate came to save her like the knight in lustrous grey armor that she knew him to be. But he wasn’t moving too quickly to free her from the jaws of her student. In fact, he looked more amused than she expect him to be. Despite her desperate whines and her own attempts at pawing herself free, both her assailant and mate kept to their respective roles rendering the female’s attempts futile. Oh woe was the autumn dame! Forever locked as a captive of the coyo-wolf female… Was there no hope for freedom?
But alas there was still hope!
Seeing her mate rise from the corner of her eye, the female gave an excited yip anticipating a swift save into nature’s loving arms of freedom again. And as soon as the shackles of captivity were released, she lunged for her savior and lavished his maw with kisses of gratitude; the fair damsel now rescued from her distress. And now it was her turn to watch the game unfold between her mate and friend. With a giddy trill to her voice she waltzed just a little ways from the pair to sit comfortably on a plot of ground somewhat warm from the remnant of Saluce’s body heat. With both head and tail peaked with interest she watched what may unfold, uttering little yips and barks to goad them both on acting as more a goading spectator than a recovering captive.