The fight was out of her. She was just that moment, then. And he allowed it. It was tactical that she feel safe, so that she could reach her summit. She was wild inside, but he was almost serene, looking down at his work blossoming, her good hands not scratching on their way down, but holding on rather, and her body hugging his arm to beg it to continue. He let her have what he'd been keeping just outside of her reach. If she behaved like this then she could have it.<br/><br/>Eventually, though, he petted her hair, drug fingers across her scalp as he took his arm back, and with it the fingers that had conversed with her to this conclusion. Raud huffed and pulled her by one shoulder over the blankets on the ground, until she was rolled to face the fire. Her little body was suddenly caged in his then, his nose hiding against her hair, in the back.<br/><br/>It might have seemed very affectionate, and he didn't mind her skin even as his sleeping cock was resting one of her thighs, but this was a measure for safety. Despite his well-developed hubris, he couldn't do anything about any wolf's fangs to his throat when he was sleeping. Keeping her like this through the night meant he would know all of her turns, and if she grew hair and long ears, too.<br/><br/>"Sleep. I'll fuck and train you more tomorrow." he said. It was a promise, as he breathed slower, fast into slumber since she really posed no threat, but it was an order, too.