Otter Creek I'll [m]ake your timber shiver

He was not at all surprised when the other male confirmed he would not kill him, he had not doubted it. Yet, the other's aggitation was one he found quite amusing. Not in the laughable way, but one that had him curious, expecting more from the other than what he let out on the surface. Had he not believed it to be alarming to ask of the boy's sexuality, he would have done so. Yet, no, there was something about the other that seemed to suppress what it truly wanted, something that the other seemed to deny himself. Whereas, Adonis had no cares. He loved who he loved, bed who he bedded, there was no line of right and wrong for he vowed never to be subjected to that kind of unethical restraint again. 

yet, a slight hunch of the shoulders suggests a shrug before he replies to the other's inquiry. Adonis knew no bounds, he had no home to go to at night but rest his head upon the ground underneath his traveling feet; a new spot on a different plain every day. "i have no place that requires my attention," thought, he suspected the other's situation was not the same. He looked like he was traveling, running away rather towards, and the distinct scent of a territorial wolf reeked from his overall bodice. This was no lone wolf, thought, inside he wished he had been. Perhaps, this would be the only and last time he seen the pale boy with the beautiful eyes before he returned to his home and thought it shouldn't have, an distant ache set in his heart.