King Elk Forest born under a bad sign

He never feels cautious for too long. He craves the attention, suddenly, and all at once he is convinced that if he gives himself to him, he will get what he wants in return. It isn't obvious what he desires, besides to hear the man's voice across the void, so he comes forward without asking— his ears press forward and then fall back, a soft, rumbling whine plays behind his sealed lips like an ancient siren's song.

Praise me! Appreciate me! his pale eyes beg as he slinks closer. Closer. Willingly, happily, coming into the spider's web. As he craves to be treasured and dominated— to be captured and devoured. He ducks his head, posturing in a way that invites the dark wolf to touch.