Sunbeam Lair and he, of his high comrade sorrow dreaming

His question was answered with only a shrug; something that may have irritated him had he not been distracted by the way the other male tensed and shivered. He looked worried, an expression Midar was used to seeing on the faces of those around him--it was amusing to see other's respond in such a way usually, but it was not his intention to scare the scarred male away; he had other plans.

He watched as the other wolf tried to speak, the word cut off by a hard swallow, and Midar inhaled deeply; the smell of fear was a favorite of his, and to his delight this wolf's fear appeared to mixed with something even more appealing. A somewhat nefarious chuckle rumbled from the beast's chest. Don't worry; I am not looking for violence today. He risked another, slow step. They were close enough to touch noses if one of them were to reach out, but he did not touch yet, afraid it would startle him. It was hard to restrain himself, especially with the scent of the other's anticipation making his heartbeat quicken with his own excitement, but he refrained for now, attempting to gauge the male's receptiveness.