Don’t You Like It When I Kiss You?

Hearing her, Draven simply stared at her for a moment as he was surprised by what she said. 'Stinks of a red fox?'

"I don't like red foxes and their stench. You better wash yourself before coming to me," she repeated, without a tinge of hesitation. 

Draven smirked at what he understood and walked towards her even though she said he stinks.

'Angry?'

He was sure not going to change his clothes and wash himself but he had a better idea. 

With his large strides, he reached her even before she could understand his intentions and held her one hand as he pulled her up only to press against his body. 

It took Ember by surprise. "What are you doing….?" 

She tried to be free from his hold but he held her tightly as she heard him say.

"Replacing the bad stench from my clothes with my mate's sweet scent."