Hideaway Strath Svanrand.

Jean-Pierre followed along after Leen like a good little duckling. Alas, the recruiter is much too observant for his own good—for it seems he can read the beige wolfdog like an open book. He narrows his red eyes, questioning the man’s intentions briefly.

“Determined to charm me, hmm?” He hums softly, lifting his muzzle. A moment later, he adds; “It’s working.” Leaning into Leen’s space, he presses his nose to the dark male’s cheek before he slips away catch much needed beauty rest.