Duskfire Glacier [m] Oo

fuck.
the scent was thick in the air, impossible to ignore. it curled around him like smoke, burning low in his chest, igniting something deep, something primal. faust exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring as he lifted his head, catching it again, stronger this time. his jaw tensed.
he should turn away. he should leave before instinct took hold, before reason lost its footing. but his paws carried him forward anyway, slow, cautious, like a predator drawn to flame.
his gaze cut through the frost-laden reeds, searching. and there—golden, burning, panting—ayovi.
he stopped. hesitated. clenched his teeth, fighting the pull that wanted to bring him closer.
you shouldn’t— be alone. the words came low, hoarse, a warning as much as an admission.