Mount Everfall your skin knew battle before it knew war

Darcia seemed to consider Nero's question for a long moment, meeting the yearling's royal-jade gaze with a level and unreadable expression as he mulled over a multitude of possible answers. It had indeed been a dangerous query, one meant to beckon the beast and unveil his desires. The wolf was not inclined to ignore such blatant calling, and when he first obliged to the request, it was with the slow, physical motion of an imperially balletic rise. Darcia stood now, tall and magnetic as a heat seemed to rise from him in the cool confines of their weathered shelter. Lightning punctuated his stance, and when another snarl of thunder had passed, the two-toned king answered him with a few steps forward.

"Now?" he pressed in a low voice, taking another step. "My desires are countless." Another two steps, and he had come close enough to rustle the hairs of Nero's nape with several deep inhales. "And they all currently revolve around you." His teeth spread to nip gently at the long, dark furs of his cheek, testing the waters to see what contact he was allowed and to see how the male responded to his advance.