Dragoncrest Cliffs Beryl [M]

Everything was so much, and a little more distance does bring his tension down away from the others. Maybe they'd just be wise not to question it knowing he'd be with her, although he wondered (worried about) if Thuringwethil knew about it as much as the males. He at least knew what he'd do if one of the boys came sniffing around -- teeth, in some manner of ugliness, for starters. The outcome was far more unclear should it be their commander's attention instead. Thinking about that made him feel even colder.

As he'd said, he did want to move because the tight frustration winding itself in his bones made him anxious.. but the bitter air made him want to stay close even more. He felt perpetually torn and knowing what he had to address in one way or another. Ears back, a wry look on, he wasn't about to kid himself. "True, but I can't help it." His tail switched."You know you want to, too," he breathed, vaguely, about being the only one in motion as he watched her. He saw she'd seemed a little rushed. Probably antsy about it too; he was, far more than he'd really expected to be. All the more reason he just wanted space so he could try to breath for once, although ever time he did he had to circle right back to the cause here.

He matched a stride to hers, and moved himself parallel again to the point of touch. Further out, with the redwoods still passing by, he was less inclined to reign the affections back despite a greediness for them seeping into his motions. He arced his neck towards her, looking to bury muzzle first into her scruff, knowing full well what it could lead to should she allow it.  Step by step, he reasoned, he'd do what he could.

oof @ me trying to get back into the swing of things with him @_@