Morningside Cuesta your ex-lover is dead

He's pleased when the grey wolf agrees to accompany him, the hint of a smile tugging faintly at the corners of his mouth as they walk. He keeps close to his new (temporary) companion, but his gaze drifts along the landscape. It's too bright out for his liking, but the view is admittedly lovely.
As if hearing his thoughts, the man offers his name next. Zamael — it sounds so foreign, but there's little about the grey wolf that strikes him as foreign. Mysterious, yes — intriguing, no doubt, but he speaks simply and frankly, and there's something undeniably genuine about him. If a bit rough around the edges.
He turns his gaze back to Zamael, wishing he could offer his own name. Then he registers the other's expression, and his eyes widen slightly, ears flushing with heat. Oh, he's cute. He looks away after a few beats, down and then to the side — anywhere but at Zamael, knowing he wears his emotions on his face and instinctively a little embarrassed at being attracted to him. But there's a peculiar fluttering in his stomach, and he's more than happy to indulge the feeling a little longer.