Dawnlark Plains Praying for love in a lap dance

The dissipating winter and beginning of spring was a large comfort to him, always enjoying the warm days more than the cold. In his nomadic pack, one his father ruled, snow was uncommon to come across. They often traveled coastwise, or more south, Teekon had been a new environment to him, chillier than what he was used to. Luckily, the body of a Yukon Wolf is meant for such environments, still the pirate preferred warm rays of sun on his back versus icy wind blowing against his fur. Motioning himself closer to her, and in doing so laid down beside the fae, leaving enough room between them so she wouldn't get uncomfortable, seeing she not getting up when he arrived. His search for her didn't last very long, but he was unaware the amount of time she'd been here before his arrival.

Unsure how to expect her reaction when he presented himself, her response was still unanticipated, maybe something more snappy or forceful, though she didn't seem worried for the repeat of their intimate acts nor annoyed with his presence. He shrugged at her counter question, believing it to be more rhetorical than not. "I suppose I would do the same in your...situation." It had taken him a moment to find the correct word. His expression was rather neutral, different than his usual smirk, puzzled, or interested looks.