Hushed Willows Juramentum

Warbone more or less ignored Teagan's observation, and it was difficult to tell if he was amused by the statement or vexed. Either way, the only notion he gave that he had even heard the proclamation was a light incline of his wolfish unibrow and perhaps a marginal deepening of his smirk. His eyes, slate like frozen olives, remained upon Nova Rose, his expression plaintive as the she-wolf of fading gold began to weave her tale of love born from friendship. It did not contain the detail of same-gendered lovers, but genders were inconsequential. He supposed the kinkiness would come in a different manner. She paused for dramatic effect, and to either mask or feign projected expectancy, he angled his muzzle to nip Teagan's sharp ear, head bobbing again towards the elder as he sought continuance of her story.