He snarled and whined at himself muttering as he looked about in a bt of a blind panic at all his mistakes. The kitchen had become his escape from everything of the pack and his outlet for emotions, and in this moment it too seemed to be batrying him. He closed his eyes and began taking in deep breaths trying to calm his anger and nerves. His body trembled and his fever rose giving him more need to sniffle and clear his throat. After a few moments he noticed a new warmth however and his nose picked up clearly on the intruder of his personal space.<br/><br/>When his eyes opened again they were narrow and threatening, or so they were till that damp rag pressed against his brow. In his fevered state the rag felt good and his head moved in to press back against it. His harsh eyes lowered and fluttered shut as he gave in and allowed her to clean him. His strong arms went to his sides and he stood still letting her do what she was needing. As he knew this interaction was one he needed badly.<br/><br/>As her arms and his became partnes his fingers slid their claws over her smaller digets briefly before he settled into the places he held him into. His hands moved under her influences and he did as requested sniffing things and taking more careful notion of them. Though this soon became a different story for the whole event.<br/><br/>About the time she counted the second "one" his mind had turned completely off the topic of food and more so on a new topic he had never allowed it to before. His nose blocked out every scent beside his own and her's. Leaning in he acted as though he was judging different spice scents while really stealing inhales of her. He took in her shampoo, conditioner, soap, and anything else she used. Then his mind blocked those scents out along with his own so that his mind only focused on their pheromones. He knew the one he was smelling from her.. it was different then any of the wolves in his pack peaking his interests to a new level. She too if he hadn't figured it out conciously was an alpha giving off what he must be as well in that moment. In that moment all human thoughts left him as she slipped from his arms leaving him alone for a second with one thought so primal it caused his next actions.<br/><br/>Catching her had just as it slipped completely away from him he pulled her back delicately folding her using a dancer's twirl into his arms warm embrace. His eyes open calm and focused solely on her in this time. He moved carefully pinning her to a wall he knew mentally was blank. His large form centered infront of him and brought her hand to the back of his neck where a mother would bite to stop all actions when pups are young. Slowly his hand let her's go to linger where he had placed it and rolled down her arm taking her in the only ways he could now. Leaning forward his forehead pressed to her's and he didn't bother to hide his deep inhale of her scent allowing it to wash over him fully now. A loud gulp escaped his lips as they parted slightly to pant warmer exhales on the crook of her neck as his head turned to sniff her pulse.<br/><br/>The arm around her waist pulled her to his torso and held her captive before him. Against him. Pushing his broad chest against her's he took her feminine features into his mind painting a mental image of her. A growl so low it formed a pur vibrated his lips as a smirk filled his lips as they moved to drag along her pulse down to her shoulder in tiny frail kisses. He may never had seen her with his eyes, but for now he was seeing her in a way n other could ever explain. He was seeing her through her noises, and smell. Her motions and reactions hoping all of these things of his own would keep her in place long enough to finish the painting.<br/><br/>His head lifted up fully and his hand took another of her's moving it to the side of his face against his cheek. He rolled his neck and nuzzled her palm pausing to lick it and tease her a grin laying on his lips even more now his grey lifeless eyes looking to her in honesty as he yipped softly and nipped at her hand in a playful manner. These actions shifting his own scent to be one more enticing and direct on his intent to make her his in that moment if she would take the offer he was presenting to her through silent hormonal cues. His face even twitched as he shifted where he stood adjusting a bit looking away as his rosycheek became redder without fever this time. Infect this redness spread through him down his entire body in a blush he had never shown to anyone before.