Hushed Willows Juramentum

Teagan listened to the story calmly, though beneath his cool exterior, his thoughts were racing as he absorbed the tale. He wouldn't appear to be the type of wolf to listen to mundane stories all day long, or even enjoy them in first place. But secretly, the coywolf loved stories, especially kinky romance, not that he'll admit that anyday, but it was something he really enjoyed. As a puppy, the only way that he would agree to go to sleep was if his mother, or one of his various stepfathers, agreed to tell him a bedtime story. Only then would he calm down and listen.

It would appear that even now, at the age of two, stories still had the exact same effect on him.

The corner of the hybrid's lips quirked upwards into a smile as he rested his fiery cranium in between his sooty paws and he sighed in content. "Great story, m'lady," he murmured, slightly sleepy after the story and the meal of rabbit. "Loved it." He would have wanted to change a few of the things that happened in the story, but refrained from commenting. He would do that later when he got to know her better, that is, if that would ever happen in first place.