Thread: Leader of the Pack (Rpfiend_123 x InitiateInspiration)

He stepped to the side as she sauntered in, her small hand running across his fur sent small ripples of sensation along his fur, and he felt his skin bristle where her hand touched. He laughed at her joke and nodded, Yup, you stink. Of course this was a lie - she definitely had a scent, but it was the pleasant scent of a young human woman that he picked up, not anything bad. He closed the door behind her and watched her as she sauntered into the living room, prattling on in the way he found adorable. She was definitely a unique one - comfortable around her son and in no way frightened of him. It made him feel good. Like there was hope for his relationship with humanity - if someone so small and defenseless could spend time alone with him without the slightest hint of apprehension, maybe others could eventually see him the same way? For now, though, it was just Grace and a handful of guys he worked construction with. With his physique, he was treated more like a power tool on the job site than a hired hand, but he didn't mind. It was good, steady money, and many of the guys there liked him. As she walked in front of him, he couldn't help but eye her tiny frame. His vision helped him see things that were normally invisible to the naked eye, and now he saw little clear waves disapating off of her skin that had been warmed by the sun on her walk. That wasn't the only reason he leered - another downside of living side by side with humans is that his tastes for attractiveness had changed. When he was a pup, the hairless, small forms of human women and men seemed strange to him. Almost alien but after years of watching their media and interacting with their women - he'd grown to almost prefer the site of the beautifully smooth skin, shining silky hair and feminine features of them - and Grace was no exception. In fact, he'd fought hard to fight the idea, but it was clear to him that she was, in his mind, a golden standard for beauty. He'd hated that she'd blossomed at such a young age well, not a young age in wolf standards. In his pack, a young female was ready to be mated at about Grace's age, but he'd found out that humans thought 18 years was the cutoff for sexual activity. He found that absurd, but it was just another area of compromise he'd been willing to give up for the sake of peace. Still, it's not like he'd ever act on it, right? He plopped down on the couch beside her with a heavy plop, his long tail swaying to the side so that he wouldn't sit on it. The long black hairs whipping against her arm and face a bit. Oh, sorry, Grace. He reached out and grabbed his tail, placing it in his lap. As evolved as he was, his tail still had a mind of it's own. He folded his arms against his vast chest, the ripples in his forearms still noticeable under the sheet of fur and he rolled his eyes. Make yourself at home, whydontcha? he'd picked up the colloquialism from the locals, and found it fitting to use on her. Reality shows, music videos, home shopping network. She flipped through it all and he propped his feet up on the coffee table alongside hers, the extended paws dwarfing her dainty toes. He looked over at her one more time, snorting out quickly to expel the scent she was still giving off. The more he inhaled it, the more he salivated - his own biology betraying him - and he couldn't have that happen. Not here, while they were alone with no social barriers to keep him from acting out. He was strong, but her pheromones seemed to be quite potent today. He settled for shallow breaths. He was soon aware that the two were just hanging out like normal - as if it was a regular afternoon just the two of them. Not that it hadn't happened before, but normally Kyle was there, or at least on his way. He scratched at his stomach nonchalantly. Are you sure you want to still hang out here? I mean, Kyle won't be back for several hours and you've got to think it's boring spending your afternoon with an old dog like me. he nudged her arm with his elbow, his sheer strength and size sending her firmly into the cushioned arm rest on the other end of the couch.