Hushed Willows Juramentum

"Oh, no no, my sweet," the wolf rumbled, a lion's purr; "I need you to remain in perfect condition." Teagan could be of great use to Warbone. He was easy to strike a conversation with, and even easier on the eyes. One could almost forgot how dangerous the Wilde wolf could be; and in knowing that he would be able to handle himself, the alpha would feel more comfortable with sending him on solo missions. Teagan was a wanderer, after all, and Warbone did not intend to keep his hawk in a cage.

As expected, his companion did not disappoint in the conversational department, and as he rubbed his shoulder against a border-tree, and briefly lifted his leg to it as well, he glanced at his only male follower. "Love has nothing to do with it," he snorted, his stony face appearing amused— a common expression in the company of this male— "I simply have a greater appeal to women." He blinked suggestively, a laugh in his eyes, and he trotted forward again.

"What question?" he asked immediately, not even attempting to remember what question Wilde had asked, either from the beginning of this conversation or a previous one they had had.