The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

He could never shy away from contact when it came to the scarred male. Outlander embraced him like an old friend - an old lover - might. His nose against the smaller male's neck easily spotted the racing pulse. The stocky male could have sworn that the governor's heart was beating fast enough to pop out of his chest.

Let me help. He coos softly as he preens at the rough fur between Alarian's shoulders. Outlande has never been so willing to offer help but there is something about the golden male that captivated him enough to always be ready to assist. However that may be.