When Tharin came close, Fayne breathed him in hoping he would do more. Intead, to her dismay, he pulled back. Her ears flicked back when he did so, she wished for him to continue. It took a few moments for Tharin to answer. When he did it brought a giggle from the silver she-wolf. Did he really think that's what she meant by it! "Of course you can't!" She nuzzled his face and gave him a small lick on the cheek refraining from contining to lick him along his neck and muzzle. "But, you can be a father." The silver female swooned at the thought of Tharin fathering her pups. He was handsome, strong, skilled, and kind. He would be the perfect mate. It was clear in her eyes what she was thinking by the way she was looking at him. Like he was hers. She couldn't resist to lean in and headbutt his face gently giving a long whispery breath. It hadn't occurred to her that she was capable of thinking this way about him, but she like the thought. Her tail continued to sway, sadness being lifted by his unintentional joke.
He nuzzled her back. She brought her face to nuzzle him at the same time. Even though this was a pretty serious talk they were having she couldn't help but feel the undeniable bliss her heat was causing. It rose one troublesome thought. Would she feel this way when it was gone. It brought some sadness back into her eyes, she loved the way she felt. So, Tharin couldn't have pups with her because she wasn't his mate. It was starting to make sense. She hadn't really put any thought into mates before this except the thought that she wanted one. "I understand. It wouldn't be right to have pups with someone who you aren't mated to." Thoughts were swimming in her head. Maybe they could be mates. But maybe that was just her heat talking. She wasn't sure, but she wanted the male wolf that stood before her in more ways that one. She continued to make goo-goo eyes at him thinking of the life they could have. She lowered her head shyly, tail swaying gently. "Do you want a mate Tharin?" By mate, she meant herself. Maybe that was too bold of a question. It had just slipped out. She winced after she spoke the words. Damn heat made her bolder than she ever was without it. Now, curious eyes looked over at him as she wondered what his answer would be. At the same time she was nervous.
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