Puternic would take care of Makota later. The woman was a valuable target, even though her intentions were largely unclear to his eyes. The odd coyote stinked a lot was all he knew besides the fact that she smelled good. Again, someone was ignoring his irresistible charms, pretending he was not the center of the universe. It was hard to be so good - the world was full of jealous people, the werewolf thought to himself, while he smile invitingly to the vampiress.<br/><br/><strong>"Come, Kelly"</strong>, Puternic insisted looking at her once more.<strong>"I am willing to forgive you. As an inexperienced girl, it is common you make mistakes while you are growing old"</strong>, he explained understandingly, showing the rose stripped of the briars to her and spreading his left toned leg apart. Slowly, his instincts made the level of hormones increase again, contaminating the room to the point of being perceptible for the stranger Makota and Vivian, who were far from the werewolf. His Kelly needed some comfort and relaxing after whatever she had gone through - nothing better than those delicious hormones.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me warm you again, just as I did back in Bucharest"</strong>, Puternic flirted her tenderly, remembering the night he imprinted her. Quite similarly, Kelly had just gone through something bad and needed to feel better. Joining his pack was the best that could ever had happened to the fox girl.