Duskfire Glacier lust

lestan visibly relaxed to find that the culprit was only another wolf — and very pretty besides. his face was pinked by the time he finished his hasty perusal of the gilded eyes and rich dark fur. "i'm lestan. um, mayfair. of natigvik, that way."
he motioned back to the mouth of the river, then glanced back to the other wolf. "are you a loner? or just traveling, like i am?"