Sunbeam Lair and he, of his high comrade sorrow dreaming

His ears perk with the approach of another wolf, gaze fixing on the midnight-cloaked stranger only moments after he enters the cavern. He cuts a striking figure, from the captivating blue undertone of his fur to the languid grace of his movements. Yet something about the male chills him; perhaps the coldness he notes in the startlingly purple gaze, the emptiness in his expression. Hello, He offers, rising slowly and taking two unhurried steps forward. Some long-buried instinct still lurking within him shrieks wordlessly, urging him to turn away. There is a part of him that cannot help but recognize the danger this beast oozes; here is a creature of destruction, of shadow and terror, and he knows he should leave well enough alone. Yet there is a magnetism to this danger — an easy addiction to form, perhaps. Or maybe he's just lonely.