Boartusk Heights [ffm] [m] luna rosa

the blood of their matriarch clings to fur upon his head, and he quivers. not in fear, nor disgust. but in delight. for the first time since the moon of his birth, he feels as though he belongs. 

and it is here, in la muerte, that he will finally bring true purpose to his life. 

remaining still and sharp-eyed, his attention does not waiver from reyna. 

he waits. watching. listening.