Cedar Sweep I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

Artok traced his gaze over the youth with lazy intent. His own aches and pains momentarily forgotten. His breath quickened, and he surprised himself at the thoughts that raced around his mind. He was not usually a wolf that returned for seconds, but this youth had enamored him more than many had in long time.

He thought perhaps it was because this one could match him wit for wit, and he was rather easy on the eyes, if he was being honest.

Artok followed with his own play bow, though his leg and muscle pulled tight, it wasn't that he couldn't move completely. His own tail curved up over his downy back, golden eyes traced the movements and he gave a deep whuff.