
She openly gawked as he took the form of the wolf and walked past her. Regretting her words, she couldn’t just call out– that would be giving in and… Plus, about ten minutes ago he was more than ready to lip lock the night away– riding on top of him would be vaguely awkward, right?He glanced at her for a moment, thoughtful. “Being bigger than everyone isn’t all that great either.” It wasn’t relevant to this form he took on, but his natural one? Big was what had caused him so much pain and trouble. If he had simply remained small — not even small, just normal-sized… Well, then everything would be different.
Fenrir didn’t like this thought process, so he snapped on a grin and continued on. “Suit yourself.” With that, he returned to his natural form, if only to make a point and tease her a bit, a single stride taking him several feet in front of her.
“Yes, I know that.” Snapped she, as she snapped her hand as quickly as he turned to look at her under her snow ridden...
“You know these lands better than I, Tauriel.” He frown, eyes brushing over the landscape, giving her a side glance when...