Absurd
She rolled over onto her back, glancing to the wolf across the cave floor.
After waking up to him surounding her body in the last one she had been able to keep him from doing it again by huddling in a corner with her jacket tugged over her body. Even if she was cold she fought the urge to shiver. Not being soaking wet from a river helped her acting skills considerably.
"Pup-"
"I'm not your bloody pup Maugrim," she snapped. No matter how many times he said it, no matter how his voice would lower to barely more than a whisper she didn't want him calling her that. Susan still wasn't even sure what it meant when he called her that. She wasn't a child though and to her pup meant child.
"Susan," her eyes widened briefly, hand clutching at the fur of the coat. That was even worse. How could he say her name like that?
"I'm not-"
"You are Susan. You're my pup."
"I'm not a child!" she whirled fully to look in his direction. To see his ears lying flat on his head, maw resting on his paws, eyes gazing at the ground.
"I did not mean to offend."
She took a slow breath, trying to rein in her wild emotions. "Then what do you mean?"
"Just..." a whine cut through the words as he pawed at the ground, "that you're mine." Black coal eyes glanced up to her. "Aren't you?"
She bit at her lip, unable to glace away from his gaze. He looked hurt, vulnerable. "Yes, of course." Susan sighed, "I'm your pup."
His ears flicked up and after a moment he was pawing at the ground again, crawling over to her on his belly. She didn't pull away as he slid next to her, pushing his wet nose to her cheek before his eyes closed.