Hideaway Strath Quiet when I'm coming home

His excited eyes flick over the plains of her pale face. To those fiery sunset orbs to the perfect curve of her smile. His own smirk meeting her own as she nibbles of his jaw. A shiver wracks his body at the sensation, unexpected but not unwelcome. A laugh bubbles up from his sternum as he joking nuzzles into her more, his body brushing against hers. 

“Oh, you know not to boast my ego, darling.” He purrs to her first words. Teeth gleaming in a lopsided smirk, shining canines so used to spilling blood bite softly onto her ear. 

Yet he only becomes a bit more serious after that and he nods to her. “I’d love nothing more for than you to be there with me. For me to witness your first kill would be a gift, my love.” The brindle wolf moves to look down at her, love obvious in his golden orbs. His pupils are blown with adoration, the slim gold rim falling off into an edge of black.