Redsand Canyon The balance in me split by three

Kynareth is at first only interested in what he’s about to say. Then a deep him the practically reverberates through the brindle man’s coat has him furrowing his brows in serious interest. No fury has come to his expression, for his grin remains. No, this is something different — lust, want, need, desire — for the man before him. Golden hues look as if he wants to eat him, not in a particularly gory way, but one of mind rattling pleasure.

The whispers of death in his ear. Promises of the pack watching as the most capable Overseer claims his place as Grandmaster. It would be delightful and he just barely snaps from his trance. Noticing the other looking away. 

Nothing about Derg or his mannerisms disgusted or turned him off. All he wanted to do was pounce him. “Hell, peaches, I might just let you. But that wouldn’t be fun would it?” Be practically growls out under neath his breath. Lust obscenely obvious as he eyes him down like Derg’s the finest thing around.