"Yes," was his answer --- as he released her lips but the sanguine wine from her rouge lips were quite intoxicating. Marrok had to have more ---just a little more. In keeping with the tradition, it would appear that Ylva had more restraint, most likely sensing that Marrock had been detached from his primal urges for many seasons. It was probably a good thing as Marrock's needs were flared into far more heightened state. Ylva's voice was calm yet she herself was probably affected for just as she espoused caution her coasting hands and eager lips were receiving his advances with her own desires, having a slight smirk run across her lips and reciprocating affectionate confessions. It was in that calmness to ensure clarity that their feelings were real that spoke to Marrock's wiser emotions, it was mark of a good She-wolf. Surprising? No --- for she said her blood line came from Alpha parents who were the Evergreen's pack leaders.<br/><br/>...he would give them the respect he was sure they'd want her to have. Marrok would give her as much as she needed to wrap her mind around such sudden events. The day was already jam packed with twists and turns but he was at least to offer the customary territorial mark to stave off other male wolves. It was to 'symbolize' his intentions to be paired with her perchance someone else had the same idea. It is fate that he would eventually face her first 'love', the one who smelled of Dark Tooths.<br/><br/>Marrock took in Ylva's presence a bit before giving out a soft yet erotic snarl of breath as he leaned against her. Marrock made a trailing kiss from the exposed t pocket her breasts made supported by the lavish evening dress, creating a patternrened butterfly movement upon her neck. Marrock turned Ylva's head gently to the side, dining upon her cream accents, and giving off a low baritone growl that hummed against he ear. It was raw passion stirring underneath it's mashed shell of control and the more Marrock tasted her skin, his wolves senses were finding the syncopation of Ylva's heart beats, trailing his nose along her jugular before suckling. Ylva's hair had become slightly disheveled with loose strands that stuck upon her cheek and ear from his play. Marrock wasn't perturbed or haunted but his lupine maleness favored its fervor's passion upon Ylva's emotions.<br/><br/>" May I have this She-Wolfs consent for my courtship's Mark?," he asked softly while one of his hands throughly coursed through her dry hair from living in the woods on bare essentials.<br/><br/>"Gia---it is like I've tasted the fruit of the life tree,"<br/><br/>This would be a turning point in her life as this was considered as a deeply bonding rite between a potential pair. In some normal structured circumstances and for those packs that held a stricter tradition; this would have taken a few months to get to but as it was case for many other situations, instinct demanded a decision and thus was Gia’s Will. It was common to see a pair of wolves run off during a hunt in the forest to forage for their pack only to come back as a bonded pair or perhaps some shared a peril that brought them to work together, only to unveil the realization of a possible union between each other. The wait between the mark of courtship and a pair’s union is never set in stone though in packs such as Ylva’s Evergreen or the High Tooth’s, two young couples that accepted their Marks of Courtship would then be separated and endure a ceremonial waiting period while the elders and adults discussed their paring.<br/><br/>The Mark of Courtship is more of symbol for a clan or pack based culture, where a male and female, finding that they have a instinctual mutual attraction, performs the rite. It is a very big step and one that isn’t taken lightly for the male offers his own body for the female to make her own mark as much as he’s allowed towards his possible mate.<br/><br/>In the past it was a problem among their ancient ancestors as to how to structure their instinctual behavior appropriately, but a very wise Matriarch, or so the story is shared and told, came up with a very simple rite. The male and female would choose a place upon their chosen mate to make their mark for a good reason --- if either of them lost their life and left the other to continue, that surviving mate would be able to choose a different part of themselves to hopefully find a new mate to unify with so each paring had a personal piece of them to call their own.<br/><br/>This rule was later evolved over the ages to represent not just life lost but also separation or mistaken pairings that simply couldn’t continue due to a poor choice or unforeseen events. It was a mutual rite that any pack regardless of what kind of structure they used was followed as it was a good and measured way to organize mating. In some wolven cultures, it was popular and romantic for mates to re-affirm their courtships and freshen their marks, usually a mutual and firm bite followed by how ever one chose to celebrate their union.<br/><br/><br/>The waiting period was an extremely anxious time for both male and female as they would have already been within the throws of yearning but these rituals never really took that long, usually a fort night and a feast between the two family lines. In a far more loose and group oriented environments, unions were even less of a hassle, with interested pairings frolicking in their heart and passion’s freedoms, sometimes having multiple lovers. In more rougher and remote cultures, particularly nomadic packs or wolves that happened to have settled in tough areas such as tundra’s or desserts, the mating ritual was very short. It was never a guarantee that life would be long and the key to the pack’s strength was the new pups being born to be of age to carry on the traditions, work load, and upkeep for their pack’s survival. In Marrock and Ylva’s situation, Ylva’s parents were dead and Marrock’s was veiled in mystery as he lived a roguish life under an adopted wolf’s den. It was in their hands when they so choose to be or not be and would have complete control --- that<i>is almost complete,</i>due to the strange attractions by fate, mystery, and love they had yet to discover.<br/><br/><br/>“I realize how crazy this is,” he then was able to breathe and speak from his continuous embraces, “There’s no rush --- you hardly know me. I have you in my arms however --- and as I don’t see you pushing me away… you’re very much free to spend the night as I would insist anyway,” as he pinched a few strands of her hair that became loose and let them slip through his fingers, “I imagine if you awake in the morning and still feel the same way --- things won’t be so confusing? You can have any amenities you’d see fit down here --- I think…there’s more blankets…though I may not be sure since Avonevah likes to use them as mock Castle walls…,” as he trailed his eyes around the place and quickly realized it was simply in shambles as he became slight embarrassed, “I suppose it’s quite evident that a male lives here who pretty much…is…sloppy….,” he said with a slight chuckle upon himself.