Totoka River teeth like kindling

erys speaks, and the gray man explodes. a flurry of snarls and snaps and shoves as he knocks the thief onto his back, teetering on the edge of madness.

oh, how beautiful his raven looks when angry. how transcendent. one paw reaches up, uncharacteristically tender, and brushes the matted fur of the taller man's chest. a heartbeat thrums beneath, far too fast. angry, for certain. excited, maybe. shocked for certain.

"for a man of honor, you certainly are easy to unravel. tell me, raven prince, is this a rite reserved just for me? or are you always so..." his head raises, breath ghosting over cheek fur as he uses a nimble forepaw to hook himself closer.

"predictable."

and then he is falling back to earth, onto his back, gazing up at his knight through thick lashes. still one paw remains extended, touching.