Cedar Sweep jewel

"If it would please my lady," he agreed with a sweeping incline of his muzzle, before taking a quick breath. "I am the humble son of a Duke. A curious bird come pecking from the ancient pines that encircle The Monarchy. Or rather, the ranks of my birthplace; a court, a civilization... sustaining the lives of over fifty wolves upon a mountain perhaps too great for thine eyes to conceive. I mean, if you must compare it to these." He smiled, branding an ear in the direction of the distant mountain range. None of those rocks impressed him. They were all so bare and forlorn— not vibrant like: "the kingdom of Bergamount. I take great pride in where I'm from, but a life spent there would have been a life yet wasted. For I am not a creature of habit, and I seek to taste all that the world has to offer."

His voice quieted, losing the warm fervor it had taken when speaking of his desires; and he set his glowing gaze upon her, purring quietly: "and what of you?"