Hushed Willows Juramentum

The red devil stood ablaze with lasciviousness, tended by Warbone's heady promises and a hidden desire that the wolf could not pinpoint from the outside. But he studied Teagan with meticulously slow strokes of his eyes, tongue drawing across his lips in hunger, and a slow, covetous Cheshire grin crinkled his violent countenance. The titanic serpent looked to say something, his fangs flickering with the tell-tale sheen of lustful words unsaid, but a sound drew both male's attention, and Warbone turned his head to see that Nova Rose was standing some feet behind him.

His partner's irritation was palpable, but the alpha found this entertaining, if nothing else. He was actually quite thankful for the the distraction, as he could feel the muscles loosening in his back and abdomen already, with his attention diverted. Wagging his tail, the wolf padded towards the she-wolf of faded gold, and he lavished her forehead with a kiss. "Queen," he purred. "Have you eaten today?"