Verdant Basin This Gun's For Hire

Fur crawled like ants on skin. The scruff of his large meaty neck rose. Something. Someone. Watching. Gazing. Eyeing. All of the above. It didn't sit well with the scarred male.

Though before he could turn and find the peeking one. A chuff was heard. Tattered ears swiveled and twisted, and large brutish body turned towards the sound. Animals fled, their paws steps loud in the area.

Femme dressed in gossamer threads of ice. Sunlight eyes bored into him. Lean tail over athletic whithers. All in a glance. He gathered. Dominant. Femme. Would purr like a kitten if touched the right way. Eyes traced along dark, fur lined ears. Lean nuzzle. She was beautiful, as all femme's were, and he would wager. She knew it too.

He tucked his tail and averted his eyes. Were she expecting more, she'd have to prove she was a queen. He only bowed to queens.