Dragoncrest Cliffs i’m brimming over,

The proximity was almost too much to bear. He wanted--needed--to be a gentleman, but it wasn't his nature. He held back as she spoke, but as silence fell between them, he began to preen at the fur at the base of her ears, her neck, the teeth so imposing before now gentle as a comb.

Maybe it's all part of some great plan, Verx murmured, breath warm against her pelt. He drew closer, one foreleg slowly, lazily pulling her into his embrace. If she showed any signs of discomfort, he would stop--but for now, he couldn't resist. The stars, the coyote. Like you were meant to be here.

He scoffed softly, shaking his head. Fuck if I know, he mumbled, taking a deep draw of her scent. Glad you're here, though. Even if things aren't as peaceful as maybe you expected. Peace was overrated, though. Vercingetorix thrived in conflict.