Tuktu Weir And you might have to tell me again

Kyn isn’t at all intimidated by the man that stands before him. Rather his eyes gleam with that mischievous mirth that usually befalls those he likes. He’s rather happy to see his old pack mate, friend, and if you could say, would be lover — even if it was a one off thing. So when he sees the smile stretch over that handsome face and his tail blur at his hocks he can’t help but chuckle at the words he hears.

“So, causing it I see.” He says quickly back in jest.

When Valour asks how the pack is going, it’s Donovan’s turn to preen. A wide prideful grin makes up his own face and he laughs that deep rolling chuckle once more. 

“It is. So full we’re starting a sister pack.” He purrs with a downwards tilt of his head and that usual devious glint in his sunlit orbs. “How ‘bout I bring you back home with me and we can have some dinner?” His rolling voice is almost suggestive as he says it, but jokingly adds with a tilt of his head - “Looks like you could use it.”