Stavanger Bay Well it's too late

Feel free to pp Kjalarr as needed. c:

Perhaps it was simply Kjalarr's inexperience with the archaic instincts that smoldered and roiled within him like a flicker of a flame on the cusp of turning into an inferno. He didn't really understand it, he only knew what his body wanted to do and that hopefully, eventually Freyja would reward him by allowing it. He didn't presume anything; though he'd already crossed the line once. Kjalarr was stubborn but he wasn't ignorant. Crossing lines would not get him what he wanted, this much Freyja had made clear. He watched her watch him, feeling a small swell of pride and beneath that pride a subdued and strange sort of power as she assessed him. He was a good subject of her assessment, his muscles taunt and still as he allowed her to take her time in her examination. Physical appearance, or attractiveness was not something Kjalarr, whose monochromacy made discerning fine details hard as it was, paid much attention to; though to be fair Wildfire was the first girl he'd ever really looked at as potential but she was taken by his twin brother and therefore off limits to him. Despite his disregard of if he was handsome or not (he really didn't know) he idly found himself wondering if she found him handsome or if she just was willing to amuse him out of pity, since he was too young to actually sire her children.

Kjalarr did not have much time to linger upon the question internally for Freyja had risen and approached him, closing the distance he had put between them when her wordless warning, her gait commanding and her tail rose in mock-dominance. Over the salty brine that drifted off the endless ocean breeze he was hit once more by the saccharine scent emitting from her body, a soft rush of warmth and resulted tingling in his abdomen. He inhaled deeply and let it out, pious beneath her whims as she approached close, her teeth grasping at his nape and one of her forepaws pressed upon the junction of his shoulders. She could do with him what she wanted and would not likely meet resistance from the young, perhaps even starstruck, Berserker.