Sunbeam Lair Take [m]e out, make me think about it

Jolon wasn't a being that needed sleep often. His automatic system only needed a little power to do what it was supposed to, and less sleep meant less thinking. If he didn't sleep-he wouldn't keep thinking of Ezimette. Even on an hour like this, he was patrolling the borders, the only job he couldn't do very wrong. He needed to protect his home, and he found he was the only one who could. But on his patrol under the stars, his dark pelt lightened by the shine of the moon, he smelled something peculiar. It vaguely smelled like Asterr, but there was something mixed with her feminine smell that grabbed his interest.

His gray eyes, that almost had a light of their own in the dark, blinked a few times and he sniffed the air. Something stirred in him, and he couldn't control his feet that now took him towards the scent. It was so weird- never had he been so attracted to only a smell. If this really was Asterr, what did it mean? Was he truly in love with his tribe leader, the small dragoness who he had met all those moons ago? His eyes went to up above, to Al tarf, the star that Noctura had given him. Jolon had no love to give anymore, but this scent told him otherwise.

He finally spotted the smaller dark shadow that was Asterr, and he sniffed in deeper. Something told him he needed to come closer, to touch her, and he truly couldn't control himself. He would start out casual though, and took place next to her, his head to the side to touch her shoulder. His head stayed there longer than normal, he wanted to take in as much of this new scent as he could.