Blacktail Deer Plateau beguiling

The male groaned at his Spiritwalker's words. He knew that. Didn't want to think about it, but the words crashed through the haze of infautuation and clarified his thoughts for a moment. His body locked up, and his eyes - having fluttered shut - snapped open and fell intently on the beguiling woman leaned against him. At times like this, he could not help but stop and ask himself what exactly he thought he was doing.

But he was not that far out of Catori's influence, and looking at her - it only made it easy to fall back into the spell.

"I'll take that maybe," he said, craning his neck to nibble at the base of her ears. There was a rushing in his own ears that made it difficult to think, except for tiny, inane thoughts that were of little use in conversation. Things like how she smelled so nice, and how the silky furs of her muzzle felt against his sensetive nose, and how the texture of her black lips was foreign but pleasant against his tongue. She tasted like carrion and cool, fresh waters - better than any meal he'd tasted.