Hideaway Strath If it wasn't for bad luck...

No way! Hell yeah Donnie boy is an amazing host (if he likes you MWAHAHA). And I love being the first to give such an opportunity!! (☝︎ ՞ਊ ՞)☝︎

The larger male mirrors her own grin, a soft chuckle exhaling from his lips at the use of his full name. The way her bright eyes catch on his body aren’t lost to him either and he’s offering his own look of interest back. A raise of a cream brow and a charming smirk and he’s setting off into a trot. 

“I’m honored, dearest.” He hums easily to her. “Come, I know where we can find some deer; I smelt a herd around here earlier.” His nose is dropping to the ground and he’s expertly picking up the scent. Though he is a man of many talents, hunting is most definitely one of his finest. He’s been honing. This specific set of skills since he could walk properly.

So they trot through a miscellaneous trail of trees and brush, side by side is the only way he would have it. For he will treat her as an equal until she proves otherwise. 

Thick auds perk excitedly. “I have a scent.” He whispers quietly beside her, golden orbs glancing over for a moment. “Let the hunt begin.” Comes his confident and borderline evil grin. He’s obsessed with the hunt. With that he’s tiptoeing closer and closer to the herd.