Peggerty called for a beer and also suggested he gave the boys a little too, as well as water. At least as long as it was not strong. Always in bars and pubs she had been to that allowed dogs she had given them ale to share in an ashtray. (A clean one of course.)<br/><br/>The whistle intrigued the irrika though, however the smell of the food held her attention yet further, after all the boys were well and her mate seemed in good spirits.<br/><br/>When Craig returned and then spoke, Peggerty tilted her head at his words, after all it was not something she had thought of, but now he mentioned it she did. Usually after a day or night of passion she often left, certainly she rarely stayed more than two days. Yet this was so different. At first she might have considered it was the fact she was waiting for the boys…or the food…but there was more to it than that so much more.<br/>“I  could not leave…” she said between bites, a smile on her face added, “You had my pack…” Her face took on a more serious hew, one he had not seen. It was the irraka took a breath “I could not leave…There is a binding…I know you yet… I don’t.”  Peggerty chewed in a bone and the spoke once more. “One moment…”<br/><br/>Briefly she went into the kitchen ate a little of the steak just so they remembered she was alpha. The irraka returned to the living room and sat down again she ate quickly and without grace using her fingers. As she ate Peggerty watched Craig, trying to understand him.<br/><br/>“There is so much I want to know about you…you are so different.” She moved then and sat beside him, “I see so much in your eyes and feel so much on your hands…” Peggerty briefly took one of his hands and kissed each finger, I know those fingers…your touch and I know those eyes, it is as if I always have.” The irraka wondered if it sounded insane to Craig but she believed he surely felt the same way.<br/>