Ravensblood Forest I was doing just fine before I met you.

He trailed after her –she was still a mystery to him, but if he considered why he knew it was the distance he maintained between himself and the others. But she was addictive, and as much as he was hesitant to become so close to another, the shadowrunner found himself drawn to her, though he was still very aware that a certain white dove rested now within his home.
 
The moon played delicately upon the fire of her fur, setting her aglow. It was her champagne eyes that truly captured him, and as she continued to rove the forest, Constantine found himself picking up his pace, now drifting in and out of the shadows as his fiery gaze sought her own. His tongue swept darkly past his lips, his eyes intense upon her. Slowing now, he tried to sidle up along her side, his presence making itself known with a brazen touch of his muzzle to the delicate pale fur at her nape.