Dragoncrest Cliffs Beryl [M]

Once out into the cold, he regretted the suggestion not too long after he was squinting his eyes against the bitterness. "I know," he sighed, and seemed reluctant to press on too quickly, especially before he got moving enough to warm his muscles. But that aside, he still felt far too selfish to share this with the pack, so he moved to press against her to share his warmth instead -- although even in the cold, mere thought of her felt a little like fire. He quickly caught his mind wandering off, thinking about how good they could have it and all manner of lewd details to follow, so much he had to click his teeth to focus. Not easy, he swore, peering intently over his shoulder at his young mate. "The pack, though.." he murmured on the edge of a low growl, wary of how well he could trust each of the newer, younger males; he hoped she'd understand his frustration.

Dio realized in an ugly rush that he didn't really know if she'd ever been in heat or if she'd thought about what to do. He'd not asked exactly, and only knew that it'd never been a productive effort for her -- thus leading him to believe that to still be true. It always became so overwhelming to him, and he was no stranger to the spell. He was even sharper in its presence, more eager than ever to please. She held the key to great, great things and every single thought about it made his heart race.

"The forest cover helps a little," he offered and nudged against her before moving off a pace or two with a proud trot. He staved off the cold, fluffed his furs, and swept his muzzle in an arc. "So does a little motion," he sneered. While wanting to stay close, he'd feel even better further out from here.