Sunset Valley find me in a place among my brethren

brows furrowed as he disagreed with her. a firm shake of his head. to hunt large game is honor. it was his way of life— it was how he proved himself worthy for females, that he was the warden, chieftain on these lands. women would not understand the meager prowess to gauge honor in such a scale.
feeds lots. women, cubs. sidelong green eyes cast upon her, opening up the side of his neck so she can lodge herself along there, if she chose.
the warmth of her wet nose to his cheek was fleeting. her acceptance would be cemented.
come, then, he urged her, a pink flesh of his tongue coming to mark his scent along her own ears. i hunt for you. then we travel.