into the painted grey

That's a pretty high compliment from someone who's writing I've always admired. <3

His presence was welcomed graciously, and as his name slipped past her lips, the cinnamon male bowed his muzzle further. She closed the distance between them – moving forward with a grace that he imagined only a she-wolf could have. He cast a nip of his own affections to her cheek before licking her chin in acceptance to her dominance – once greeted, he took a pace back, allowing her space.

Her response was expected as such. The pack was thriving, and in turn there would be pride and celebration. Neverwinter Forest was far greater than his previous pack, and in time, the male could only hope it would claim his heart as his birth pack had. “Of course,” he rumbled in agreement, his tail giving a content sweep through the air as he shifted his weight. His aqua eyes focused upon her cheek as he fell to a neutral stance. A crow echoed a cry in the distance, stirring his ears to swivel in the direction, though he did not tilt his muzzle to see. Perhaps it had found a stray meal to scavenge.

“Though we had an.. interesting visitor on our border.” He gave a small pause, holding back the small smirk on his lips as he recalled the interlude. Next time she trespassed, he would have her tail as a trophy. “A leader of a neighboring pack thought it fit to explore past our borders. She wanted to discuss matters regarding pack relations.. Viinturuth and I escorted her out.”

set by Emy