Redtail Rise Isomer

A smile, slow and proud, drew itself across his muzzle— black lips spreading like an oil spill— as the carmine wolf submitted. Pleasure seeped into Warbone's very bones, and he inclined his head so that he might give an appreciative nibble to the back of a light-dahlia ear. When Teagan rose once more, it was to sate his own curiosity. The flirting was not yet done, so while he might have liked to continue the enigmatic illusion he head tenuously over the male's head, it was impractical at this moment. And he felt to be in a giving mood, having just received a generous gift himself: the pledge of this wolf's life, if only for a time.

"Hm, there is that word again..." he mused, lingering near him, his muzzle hovering beside his neck but refusing to touch or properly answer his first question. "My name is Warbone in company. But you may call me Arkham in private," he hissed, passing his tongue over the line of Teagan's jaw, before turning swiftly to lead him to the confines of Hushed Willows. "Come to my Keep, mister Wilde. Let me show you to your new home."