Ravenshook Cliffs flower moon

Head held high, he continues to approach. Like a feline with its eyes on its prey his oddly colored hues never leave her silvery form. The only difference is that he holds no malice in the brightly colored eyes. Now he approaches, they’re now a comfortable couple meters away. As he sidles up to the female an easygoing grin settles on his face. 

He takes in the cobalt grey of her pelt, the light gives it a silver sheen, the effect causes her to look positively glowing. Raking over her form shamelessly, he settles on her own unmatched eyes. The striking lilac causes him to stare a few seconds longer than needed before he finally speaks. 

“You’ve made this place your home?” The male asks casually. “Your scent is everywhere.” Is all he states, gaze shifted heavily to watch her from above.