What would happen once her heat passed and her senses returned? Who knew but, Rip had a feeling that even then, she wouldn't be leaving his side for a few years at least. She didn't know what it was like to be in a pack, her own barely remembered and long gone. She had been a pup when they died..

"Und you're handzome.. I like your silver fur und your eyes." She was blushing a bit as she leaned against him, nuzzling against his neck. His age didn't seem to bother the younger wolf and who knew? Maybe if she gave him enough offspring, they could have their own pack. "I'd love to mate vith you now.." She was definitely eager to and he could probably smell it as he too her hand and lead her towards the tower. The stairs didn't seem to bother her as they started up them and easily kept pace as she laced her fingers through his.

Already her heart was pounding in her chest with anticipation of what might be to come. That.. and she was curious of the view he wanted to show her.