Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

She was lying to him. He could tell by the tone of her voice that there was something hidden there, that she was holding something back, and initially he felt a spark of anger, but the more she spoke the more he learned, and so that anger was stowed away. If she did not call him here then why had he come? And if she did not make his body respond in these strange and alien ways, what did? The only answer was, the nether, for it was a world beyond this one. A second world laying dormant beneath the first, where once he had lived, until his formation in this place. That was what he had been taught, and so he believed it. But if it was the other world that made him well and grow agitated, then what did it call for him to do?

But what am I to do? What is this for, as he spoke he seemed to loose his agitation upon her, for it flavored his words, but Tetsubo did not move any further; not at first. He made a face like a grimace, perhaps to showcase his frustration, and his tail began to lash behind him. And then, as he drifted a little closer again, he began to slink around her with his nose inhaling her scent, searching for the origin. It was everywhere, that scent. So thick and so alluring — reaching in to him and pulling out pieces he did not know were present. He went so far as to bury his nose in to the scruff of her fur, but he did not harm her, only breathed, breathed and moaned more words like a drunken fool, what spell has been cast? 

He was so close to her now. So very, very close. Yet it did not seem like enough. He needed to be closer, to mix with her, for the two of them to become a single entity — and to Tetsubo this did not indicate a need for sex, as he was utterly without thoughts upon that subject, but he still viewed this strange dark woman as the physical manifestation of this other world, and what more could he want than to be reunited with such a place?