The lower I go, the better it is. Time and patience though.

[But his fingers slip under the hem of her shirt regardless, tracing along the plane of her skin with only the slightest hint of claws.]

And yet if something were to happen while away...ah, but you're capable. Strong.

[He punctures the observation with another bite.]

Fierce.

[Another bite, a bit rougher this time.]

As proud as any shewolf that's ever existed. Fit to lead a pack of your own.