Hideaway Strath Call of the wild

Kynareth’s truly enraptured by this woman of the night. Her blackened coat so mesmerizing and beautiful. Sure he appreciates all types of coat colors, but damn, is he like if the shadowy darkness of Whrist’s own. He shows it too, his smile and eyes show it. She has his full attention and he doesn’t even try to hide it. 

So as she licks her tongue tentatively on his cheek and whispers he hums back. Her voice gets husky and is speaking of his whole name. Oh, he likes that. Especially as she confirms that she will contemplate his own interests he nods eagerly. 

“Perfect, darling.” Is his sultry reply. Gold meeting the glacial blue of her eyes as she gazes longingly up to him. He takes in the stark contrast of her eyes and coat and finds himself thinking of how well they look together. Yet, their little staring contest can’t last forever and finally Donovan sees the flick of her tail out of the corner of his eye as an invitation to continue.

He swallows the puddle of drool in his maw to prevent it from falling from his lips like the mindless mutt everyone thinks he is and clears his throat. “There’s two wolves I want you to keep an eye out for. Their names are Renard and Praimfaya. Renard is a male wolfdog with a tail just like mine and a coat of dark blacks, creams, and browns. He’s got purple eyes, watch out for those. He’s not as much of a threat to you as the other. Praimfaya is a pale woman, completely white and grey silvery pelt. She’s got scars and she’s deadly. Don’t cross her, she’s a talented warrior.” He sighs. “Just find out their whereabouts if possible. Or hints of them. Maybe ask around and make up some story or some shit as to why you’d need to talk to them. Don’t make it sus though.” He laughs to her, then tilts his chin up to her. “Sound easy enough?”