Meadowlark Prairie to bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own

Your eloquent posts outshine mine; I cannot compare. (/ﾟДﾟ)/

The male heeds his summons, turning towards Malcanthet and making his way to the dark catamite. Mal' smiles softly and waits all the while, a part of him cowering in fear, chiding him for his rash actions. This wolf was a killer; it was merely not a fault of looks that instilled that pit of anxiousness in him. He knew that look in a wolf's eye, having been born and raised around killers, sired and created. 

He finds himself shuddering at the wolf's first word, but stills himself, calming his quickly palpating heart. There is something about him, surrounding him, that reminds him of the Melonii line, despite his golden, owlish eyes. I would find it hard to pull myself away from someone such as you, He drawled, his head tilting coquettishly. I do, He cooed, a smile gracing his features.