Moonspear is this the death of a bachelor?

slowly terance had been swept into her grasp, and though it did have a slow start-- the situation clouded by a bit of caution-- it had only begun to snowball. and faster and faster was he becoming absolutely enthralled by her entire being. god damn, he hadn't even realized what was happening until she was suddenly beneath him-- his own fault-- and staring at him with those big blue eyes that terance so heavily associated with lyra.

yes, of course he thought she looked like a snack. the tastiest god damn snack he'd ever laid his eyes on.

swept up in the moment, suddenly, remembering his interactions with alya and reverting back to that impulsive cloud that made him only think of lyra (how selfish, but was it entirely unfair?), terance returned her grin, his own laced into a smirk. "absolutely," he returned, not even bothering to try to take down her arrogance a notch-- it didn't feel right in this moment. and though her paws were pressed against him, he bent his head to press his nose against her cheek, combing gently through the fur along her jaw-- a snack did belong in your mouth, right?