Ravensblood Forest We appreciate power

Just as the larger male greeted her, the glowing white wolf greets him back with a raised brow and an enticingly playful smile. Her tangerine eyes lay instantly on his own and for a moment he takes in her godly image in the dim lighting. Pale coat sticking out even in the foggy darkness around them. With the slightest hint of the moons rays that ruefully make it through the tall canopy of trees Simmik almost appears to have specs of silver adorning her pelt that continue to shimmer in the sickly, blue light.

As she approaches, her forms brushes against him. The sleekness of her feminine, yet strong build against him piques his interest and he follows the she-wolf with his own star like hues. Raking them down her form and continue to stay on her as she glances to him, urging him to follow. 

Of course he does. Turning himself to face her, he walks to meet her pace and brushed their sides together, his right and her left. “Of course I would.” He offers as he cranes his head down to briefly lick and nip at her neck.

Settling into a normal walk he brings his head back to its original height. “You’ve come to see me then? Whatever for?” He asks sarcastically with a chuckle.