For every dainty step away that she took, Dehak maintained the distance with a confident step forward of his own. If she kept backing away at that pace, she'd have a tree to her back before she knew it.
"Oh, we can love," Dehak said, and he took another step forward, this time closing the distance a bit.
"Many mates go into battle together, and many brave stallions skip out on raids to stay with their expectant mares. We're a people of hot-blooded nights, of spring festivals full of drink that lead to many new births in the tribe," Dehak said.