Cyrus didn't awaken when Wiflor pounced on him, but he did grunt. He'd stir when Wiflor licked his face. He'd look up at Wiflor sleepily. "Oh... hi Wiflor..." He was lucky healing magic sealed his wounds, otherwise this might hurt. He could tell something was off. She was acting a little strange. Actually, she was acting incredibly strange. It hadn't yet hit him exactly what Wiflor's intentions were.<br/><br/>While her being on top of him wasn't exactly painful, it was still kind of uncomfortable. He scratched behind her ear. "Hey... mind getting off of me? If you want to sleep with me, you can sleep right here." He pat the spot on the bed next to him. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she would not get off of him...<br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Hours pass and Wiflor had finally done her business. Cyrus laid next to her. He didn't feel hurt, nor did he feel used, but he did feel confused. Why did she do that? It was clear they made a mistake, that she was in heat and not simply aggressive, but he wondered why she chose to make him her mate? Wouldn't it make more sense for her to choose someone from her own species? He was certain they weren't genetically compatible...