Greatwater Lake Not the Man I Once Was

He can feel the tension, or at least some of it, leave her body. She’s calming down finally. He doesn’t miss the quick reply she whispers into his fur either and it has him smiling. Nothing teasing or malicious, just a regular smile — something most deem Donovan incapable of.

He pulls back fairly quick to look her in the eyes. He holds clear and shameless excitement within the honey orbs and his smile widens, showing the tips of deathly fangs and his coal black tongue as he speaks. “Of course I do.” He chirps deeply. “It’s been a while since we got to spend the night with each other. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to.” His dog-like tail reveals the rush of endorphins as it waves pleasantly on his hips and his thick ears cup towards her.

“Perhaps it can be just like old times.” He chuckles and lowers himself into a play bow. His smile becoming devilish. “How about some tag, or a spar, my darling?” He teases, his voice deepening.

In no time, he’s off, a bout of rumbling laughter following. Large paws thumping against the green grass as he sprints off to a group of trees clustered near the lake. Weaving in and out of them he’s sure even then she’d be able to catch him.