Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

When his eyes found her once more, she impishly determined the name for the current moor they stood in, and Scimitar offered her a lopsided grin. As if to solidify her statement, the she-wolf bent her muzzle once more, lapping gently at the waters this time, much to the Alpha’s amusement.
 
Of course, he was far more distracted at the delicate arch of her neck, and the gentle curves that he could barely keep from staring at. He inhaled sharply, forcing himself to look away now, otherwise his attraction would become very apparent in more than one way.
 
Swallowing, the man made to distract himself, and lowering his own muzzle, swinging it closer to her, he lapped at the waters as well, though his eyes remained trained upon her features. They weren’t as refreshing as Swiftcurrent Creek had been, but he could see why a weary traveler would be appeased by them.