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He nodded agreeably at her comment about the wolfdog."Talked too much," he responded with a short nod. At least they could agree on something right now. It even made him feel a little better, he hated brutes like that, too showy, even Alister's mane looked groomed. In fact, Augustus seemed to be able to hold every last detail of his appearance against him, even his voice and his posture. He spoke like a foreigner and stood straight backed, not like way he'd seen Zalen standing. He was pleased that his mate hadn't been interested in him, but what she said next shocked him. Yellow eyes were thrown wide open and for a moment he gaped at her before quickly his jaws snapped together and he growled. "You like me being angry with you?" He didn't know what to say, what to think, what to feel. It was surprising, something he wouldn't have expected from the golden woman who lay before him, tail tucked and ears flat with fear. Seeing her like that caused his insides to churn. A growling whine rumbled in his throat.
A tremor crept down his spine as he thought it over. Why would she enjoy making him angry? It was insane, but at the same time... His brows furrowed as he looked over her. He couldn't know how he looked when he was angry, how he sounded, he'd no idea what she found so thrilling. Women he thought, finally dismissing it with a twitch of one of his charcoal ears. A sigh huffed out of him and he looked away a moment. Her own sigh sounded as miserable as he felt, but his anger was slowly ebbing away. Augustus whined at her serious admission. He wanted so much to be mad at her still, and he was, a little, but his temper was within his grasp once again. She soon sidled up to him as he paused. He tossed his head away from her submissive licks emitting a grumbling growl from his muzzle.
This didn't last too long, and he soon gave in, eventually extending his own tongue to lap very briefly at her muzzle. He was still frowning, though. Her body snaked beneath him until his muzzle rested on her back, where it remained. He breathed in her scent, an occassional growling whine emitted again as the massive brute was torn between being angry with her and forgiving her. Augustus huffed grouchily, releasing the tension in his body into her pelt. Narrowing his eyes he glanced sideways at her before opening his muzzle and nipping her scruff in a half-hearted attempt to discipline her, though it hadn't been even remotely close to painful and he grasped only fur.
He was still confused, however, and though he thought he'd dismissed her words from earlier, it crept back into his mind. Contemplative, and with the ever present frown he asked, "Ciara...What exactly did you mean when you said it was exciting, disobeying me?" Another small growl laced his words as he reiterated her statement from before, vexed by a meaning he just couldn't grasp. He lifted his head from her back in order to look at her, yellow eyes more curious than angry.
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