Black Morass glowbell [m]

She takes a second to respond and Kyn is enraptured by her. Obviously paying attention when she speaks. He doesn’t just play the part of a charming, but intimidating alpha to get him some tail — he’s genuinely interested in what most have to say.

I may let you do more than this. She says then in that interesting accent of hers. Kynareth’s head tilts only slightly and his animalistic, male brain wonders what she means by that. He doesn’t jump to conclusions though, not yet. He loves the chase, but what he loves just is much is when he’s wanted back. So, he’d wait for a more obvious hint from the pretty lady before trying harder. 

As she’s mentioning fishing, it seems obvious now. He found her wandering around in the waters with her eyes trained downward. At this he hums in acknowledgment, showing her that he’s listening and perhaps even interested in fishing with her. 

I catch, but leave them. The Grandmaster chuckles lowly and shakes his head. “You may take some for the road when you leave. Only if you ask permission to come by next time.” He chastises humorously.

He doesn’t care if she comes by to fish again, but she encourages her to ask next time. He doesn’t like giving second warnings and he knows his other pack mates are not as swayed by beauty as he is. Especially his female counterparts — Nyra wouldn't hesitate to rip her up despite her swollen belly. Simmik would absolutely kill her because of their newly born and rapidly growing pups. Whrist likes to bite first and ask questions later. 

Now, he moves towards her casually. His muscles flexing beneath his thick, impressive coat. Tail curled neatly on his hips, it sways once or twice at the idea of fishing. Despite having a river running directly through the strath, he doesn’t do it much — only when he’s feeling lazy to be exact. He looks down into the water, intentionally brushing past her if she allows him. 

“Let’s fish then, sweetheart.” He says eagerly. “Perhaps I’m feeling hungry.” He purrs then, offering his eyes to her suggestively. Throwing a wink in her direction carelessly as he moves further away into the deeper water.