Bearclaw Valley lotys

It didn't take very long for the Guard to find himself back home in the familiar scent of the valley. To @Winslet however, it must be entirely new. With her traveling beside him, he found there wasn't much need for words. Not much use for any of it, in fact, their supple pace guiding them through the woodlands to the breach of the valley.

Cole paused, halting their gait. I'll trust y'll be respectful, won't'ya? He looked to the nymph of a girl, furs white and glimmering from the angle of the sun. He knew she'd be good.

He didn't wait to toss his head back against his shoulder blades, eliciting a thrumming howl for @Ameline, the Regina, or @Ancelin. He had a feeling that Ancelin would be more forthcoming...given that Ameline's been outta commission for the past few days.

Cole glanced towards Winslet for a flicker. A moment. Fleeting, perhaps, of desire that glossed his sclera. He wet his lips, waiting to see if either lady or lord answer his call.