Hideaway Strath lust

It had been a fair day so far, tending to his wild pups and a beautiful Simmik. Then off to go mark the borders, something he has been admittedly lacking on due to his pups. Though, he’s sure he has enough pee in him to last halfway around this place, so he’s not worried.

On his trail along the northeastern side of the Strath, he hears someone approaching him from behind. His ears flick back and he tilts his head to the side just enough to see out of his peripherals. Luckily, it’s someone he knows. The oh so handsome Ramesses has come to find him today it seems. It brings him joy to find his pack makes still searching for his company, no matter the reason. 

So he fully turns and moves to a lazy stop. Instantly a smile is plastered in his handsome face, as usual, and he tilts his chin up to greet him casually.

“Ramesses.” He hums easily. “How are you, dear? Need something?” The words are so conversational, the pet name so casual as well. It’s obvious he’s happy to see him at the small wave of a curled tail at the base of his spine. He awaits the others smooth voice to greet his ears.