Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

he is jolted from the smoothness of their banter quickly, and the inky darkness of his throat beckons. gaze turns sharp-cut just as she sweeps into submission, neat and tucked and passive, save for the eyes that follow him. tongue flicks to sweep over her muzzle once before she replies, words coming a little quickly, but delivered in the same crisp tone. "you are a wolf and you are not." 

tail tip flicks as it draws near to her, muzzle inclined up toward him. "you are shadow given shape." had she had the childhood afforded to most wild-born creatures she would have drawn parallels to a boogeyman, a sinister god. his eyes alone did not belong here.