Thread: Leader of the Pack (Rpfiend_123 x InitiateInspiration)

Laying down on the couch, Grace's petite frame still left plenty of room for Mika's massive body to share the couch with her. She smiled as she watched him make his way over. As he confirmed that she stunk she propped herself up and scrunched her face, giving him a grumpy glare. RUDE! She said as she shook her head and then plopped back down as he joined her. Grace always had a bit of a playful relationship with Mika, even though she was friends with Kyle. She was always comfortable around him. Growing up she would often times jump on him, trying to tackle him and wrestle him. Or she'd lay next to him and run her fingers through his soft fur. She acted more like a puppy sometimes than a human girl. But she never had any reason to fear Mika. She'd seen him do very violent things at times, but she knew that he'd never purposely harm her. This was her safe place. Grace was oblivious to the effect that she was having on Mika though. Her pheromones that her body naturally produced were not something she could sense. And she had no idea that her body actually produced MORE when near the alpha beast. It was natures way of telling the alpha that the young girl was a suitable mate. Her body never responded this way with Kyle, or with the others in the pack. But she had no control over it. The compromises that the anthros had to do for humans sometimes upset Grace. She didn't understand why anthros had to give up part of who they were for the human civilization. Especially when these animals could easily overtake the humans. But she knew that Mika and his kind just wanted to live in peace, even if there were many humans who despised the wolf and his species. She hated those people. One girl in school had made a comment about the filthy, flea ridden, dogs saying that they were meant to serve humans. The girl was Stacy Jacobs, and she was what many considered the perfect girl. She was tall, beautiful, popular, got good grades, came from a rich family, and was captain of the cheerleaders. The perfect little stepford bitch. But Grace didn't care. She pounced on the girl like a little wolf and tossed the girl to the ground before starting to claw and punch that perfect little face of Stacy's. Growling and howling as the girl cried and begged her to get off of her. From that day on Stacy had a little scar next to her eye, a reminder of that day. Grace had been suspended from school for 7 days because of that incident, and her parents weren't too happy about it. Her father forbid her from visiting the anthros for a month, but she made sure to sneak out whenever she could to see Kyle and Mika. She wasn't going to let some stupid bitch talk about her friends like that. When Mika's tail started swatting her in the face she laughed and shook her head, trying to swat it away. Go! Shoo! Get outta here tail! She said playfully as she squirmed next to him until he moved the tail away. She laughed and shook her head. That thing always had a mind of it's own. One time when you were cooking in the kitchen, and I was setting the table, I could have sworn your tail kept on trying to touch my butt each time I would pass you. She laughed playfully. As she kept flipping through the channels to find something suitable for them to watch she laughed at his comment. Oh you know this is like a second home to me. I don't know why you haven't already given me a key. I practically live here already. She said as she looked over at him, squirming her little feet next to his leg, starting to rub her dainty little toes through the fur of his leg a bit. Grace looked over and could see for a moment the way that Mika was acting. She couldn't help but notice the way he was breathing. Something was working him up. She didn't know what though, but she just watched him curiously as he regained control of himself. She didn't bring it up though because she didn't want to embarrass him. But she definitely took note of it. It looked quite similar to the way some of the other wolves acted when young, fertile, female wolves would get near them. But she'd never seen them react that way around a human female. When Mika questioned her desire to hand out with the old dog she laughed and shook her head. Sitting up she started to shift on the couch. I don't care if he's gone all day. I like it here. She said as she changed positions and then laid down with her head against his leg, resting in his lap and looiking up at him with a huge, sweet smile. Besides, there's nothing wrong with old dogs. Those are the most loyal ones. She said as she reached up and softly ran her fingertips through the fur on his chest. Your fur is always the softest right here. I love it. She said as she kept running her fingers through it slowly.