Boartusk Heights cherrywine [m]

Kyn had been all the way at the northern borders, pissing on all the trees until his hearts content. Until he hears a howl, one that he doesn’t recognize, coming from within the territory. His brows furrow with suspicion and he stills. Wondering who the hell had gotten past the borders this time. 

So with brisk steps he rushes into a gallop, thick limbs full of muscle bunching up as he runs to figure out who this is. He’s been irritable lately, all because he hasn’t sunk his teeth into anything worthy lately. He’s ungodly frustrated and his hunt with Simmik the other day showed it in horribly obvious ways. He wants to kill but being so isolated in the strath makes visitors hard to come by. He even contemplates traveling north to the coast just to find someone to thrash around. All for shits and gigs too. 

When he finally arrives, he moves a little ways up the peak known as Boartusk Heights, catching the smell of a woman. There’s something so familiar about too. Until he sees her. A sun kissed would with those beautiful sky blue eyes. The one he had a fun time sinking his teeth into her nape and going to town on just a fair amount of weeks ago. 

Instantly his mood changes. A smile slinks over his maw and he steps towards her comfortably. “Look who came back.” He purrs, as he stalks towards her. “I’d almost say I missed you, darling.” The brindled brute jests easily as he shoots her a wink. 

Now he stand just before her, attempting to slink around her in a close ‘U’, head lowering to playfully nip at her hocks if she doesn’t move in time. He eyes her down with a heated stare and awaits her sweet voice to grace his ears.