Shadewood i. silver thracian thaw (m)

The flourish of her golden fur dawning across his shoulder made him smirk slightly, and he leaned in to the warmth of her body, brief as that moment might have been. He would think of her often enough in the coming days; wonder, too, if maybe he should have lingered a little bit longer or made more of an effort at a connection. It felt like there was something there beyond the physical - something that could benefit the both of them if they pursued it - but Asa had his mind fixed upon his quest, and he was certain this woman had her own life to go back to living. Whatever possibilities they might have at happiness together was evaporating as the moment wore on; he knew not to drag this on.

My name's Niamh, should you ever need it, she said as she introduced herself. A unique name for quite a stunning individual. He resisted the urge to rumble a soft and pleasant note when she nibbled at him, and with a deep breath he pulled back from her before he could be drawn in again. Asa, he murmurs, enunciating it a little too strongly - "ace-uh" isn't a complex name nor did it rival "neev" but, they could at least join forces in the "weird name club". Asa Morgan.

He wanted to say, 'It was good to meet you,' but that didn't feel right, not in the moment. He couldn't say 'It was good,' period, as he'd already said that. So instead he reached for her cheek and planted a little nip upon it, smoothing the ruddy fur that lingered there, and drew away from her with an air of finality. He gave her a serious-faced nod as his only farewell, whisked his tail, and set off again.