Falls of the Hinterlands i was in, but i want out

The night had been fantastic. The morning will be just as such waking up to such a fine specimen. Though he isn’t initially awake at first, the others stirring raises him from the dead. Sleepy eyes flutter open and blink the sleep out of them. The sun is out this morning and it causes him to squint softly. With a deep ache in his old bones and a softer one from the exertion of his muscles causes him to sigh softly.

He lifts his giant head as he feels the other sifting through his fur and he’s already smiling lazily at him. Eyes squinting from the rays of sun that twin the golden hue of his magnificent irises, he takes them over the others healthy pelt. The light makes the red really stand out and he decides he likes how he looks even more. Sure the glow of the moon makes Patroclus look mysterious and beautiful but the sun makes him look just stunning. 

“Morning, sunshine.” He grunts, sleep evident in his voice still. “You look fucking stunning in the sunlight. Couldn’t have woken up to a better view.” He adds softly despite his words and the curse that easily flows from his lips. The Grandmaster even shifts closer (if they could get any closer that is) and runs a black-purple tongue over the others face.