Tinker had never felt such an outpouring of love before as when Warren laid his head across her neck. He was her dominant and she willingly accepted him. She closed her eyes and let his rumbling purr fill her with contentment. A twinge of fear pricked at her stomach because she had heard the other females of her pack speak of mating practices. Right now, this moment with Warren had none of the grittiness that had often been described. Tinker sighed with happiness. Warren wouldn’t leave her. She knew he had great integrity. He had proved that over and over to her in the past few days.<br/><br/>Soon she would shift. She wondered what that would be like.<br/><br/>“Warren, what if I’m not a pretty human? I know I’m a pretty wolf, even if I am different. What if you don’t like me when I’m a human?”<br/><br/>His purring stopped for a heart beat but soon resumed. This time, he put his paw over her shoulders and proceeded to groom her face and ears. Tinker relaxed. This was Warren. Of course, he would love her.<br/><br/>Great Moonlight! He was her mate. He had said so and that must mean that he loves her.<br/><br/>“Warren?” she said in pack speak. “Now that you are my mate, is it alright for me to tell you that I love you?”