Hushed Willows Juramentum

"Appeal, huh?" Teagan smiled. "I like the sound of that," he said with a thoughtful cant of his fiery crown. He knew of his appeals in his looks, though anywhere else, he could not see. After all, Teagan thought of himself as quite the asshole sometimes, and so never really thought that other wolves might find his company charming at times. He looked up as Warbone snorted, a vague imprint of his typical crooked smirk drifting across the foxlike wolf's features, then vanished as his Alpha stopped walking and asked him a direct question.

Teagan licked his lips, eyes darting nervously before flashing back onto those cool olive orbs, his sharp green ones burning with hellfire. Arkham prowled forward like a panther, asking if he seeked affection and the hybrid sucked in a breath as the wardog's muzzle grazed the base of his throat, then traveled down his body until he came to his hip. His next words, however, caused the coywolf's heart to skip a beat and he exhaled softly, twitching ever so slightly as he felt him nose the base of his tail.

"Because I only have the capacity to give one. And I assure you it is not the former."

"Both," Teagan replied honestly, meeting Warbone's gaze with his own fiery ones. "But if you only have the capacity for the latter," here he smiled a sinful smile, and he took a step closer to his leader, "then I guess that'll have to suffice," he breathed out softly. But before he heard an answer, a chuff interrupted their very important conversation. Teagan stiffened, a scowl working its way up his face before all emotion vanished completely as he steadied himself.