Heron Lake Plateau a treason bestowed to the crowd

You just gonna look at me dribbling water down your chin, you daft, dark fuck?

Gittarackur wasn't the type to fool around. 

You're a handsome fellow! 

The way he called out was sweet, warm. It was as though he believed every word. There was a delicate lilt to his tone. Every daring inch of his long and handsome frame was quick to become nearly femme in nature. As he stared down the dark wolf with forest eyes, his slender muzzle crinkled in a smile. The lamplight gleam of his eyes danced with interest- delight - but he did not move from where he stood. Gittarackur knew better than to risk his well-being for a chance to toy with something unruly.