Golden Glade After Midnight (3/5)

As Sylvas landed in his leap of faith, the male's brown ears arched forward as he caught sound of his King's playful snarls, a wild grin had managed to form its way across the Gentry's muzzle. Turning his head to look toward his superior, amber eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of Alder charging his way toward him, aiming for his shoulder. Without thinking the grown brute lowered his head, protecting his throat as he then tried to pounce out of the way from his barrelling opponent. Whether or not he'd managed to avoid a direct hit, Sylvas knew to expect some form of contact from his delayed reaction.