Dragoncrest Cliffs immortal,

Steals this for our merc thread ;)

You basically already set the setting but I’m going to give it more detail if that’s okay! ;)
Setting: Morning — 09:36, clear skies, fresh morning dew, maybe only slightly foggy because of last nights rain. Weather — hotish lol

The massive male makes his way through the tall grass that tickled his legs irritably, giving him a feigning itch that pisses him off more than it really should. Yet, the quickly warming weather and humidity is finally getting to him. Sure he enjoys summertime, but — hell — does he feel sticky, hot, and smell fucking musky? Absolutely. So much so that he finds himself loosely hanging his blackened tongue out of his dangerous jaws. It’s only the morning too, he just can’t wait until the afternoon hits him with a glorious new front of heat. The kind that makes him want to take a dip in the nearby ocean or river; the mind that make his paws sweat and has him itching at his thick (now thinning due to weather) coat viciously. 

So he finds himself looking about for food this fine morning. Slinking along the edges of the coast hoping to find an easier way down, he might just go fishing. Or maybe he’ll catch a seal or two if he’s lucky.

As his heavy paws urge him forward, his sheer size is daunting all by itself, but his mass also adds to the effect. The beams put off by the sun shine off of his mesmerizing pelt crossed with varying hues of pale chocolates and coals. His muscles shift beneath it as he carries himself confidently. Then only a few meters off he spies a sleek wolf of pale whites and shimmering silvers. One of female type if he has anything to say about it by their feminine outline.

An interested and devious smile contorts his handsome face as he furrows his brows, yet no maliciousness shows in his immediate expression. He drives himself forward with a mission now, not too fast but in an easy walk he shamelessly presents himself before the other wolf. Only a comfortable thirty feet away does he allow himself to be seen, but perhaps she’s already seen him. After all, he hasn’t really been trying to be quiet. 

His head is held high and his face carries that same curious smile, though now he comes forth with more caution and a brow raised at her. A stupid amount of confident in his step. “Morning.” He sounds out smoothly. “Have a rough night, dear?”