Cors Ossum [M]in the daylight we'll be on our own

Renier Lyall
don't worry about me the heart is suppose to bleed

It was still a familiar pattern his paws found as he worked toward her. He was almost close enough to give a light nip in turn when she threw herself from his grasp in such a timely fashion. If he had been any other wolf he may have just whined. Given up, and pleaded. He liked to think they greater effort, the greater reward, and would not be disheartened. The Lyall was still a bit proud. Trying to remain above the level of begging. Instead staying somewhere in between desire, hope, and need. Unsure which one ruled her, and if he should care. One thing he did know he would take whatever he was given. Willing to take a chance, another leap.

A soft huff erupted, as he tried again to leave no space between them. This time he managed to slip beside her, earning her warm side, and caress. Red ears pricked to her wordless sound, wishing it didn't have such an effect. But, it did. Even with all that had come between them, it seemed his want to do for her was still ingrained.Like the past two years she had him where she wanted him.  Despite how his mind might warn him to take caution he could only laugh as she taunted him further. Swiftly merging into the drawing shadow, further away knowing he would follow as he always had.

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