Ravensblood Forest Say my name

He slipped closer to her as she sized him up, doing the same but wanting to be as close as he could get. The laws that controlled their kind - like the wolf laws that controlled the vermin he had so willingly torn to pieces - commanded them to unite; they would be the progenitors of a new generation of wolf killers. But, those same natural laws told him to be careful. Lions were not meant to live in prides like their African namesake. The men were warriors. They roamed, they slayed their enemies, and if they were lucky they bedded a woman before their time ended. He knew that any union would result in strong children and that was his desire — it was why Zugzwang drifted through these Wilds in the first place — but after their coupling, he would be gone again. It was the way of their world.

Still, he took her scrutiny without issue. Her question brought a slight upturn to the corners of his short muzzle. A dozen, he commented easily. He might've been boasting a little bit but the number wasn't far off the mark. Whether she believed him or not didn't really matter either. He had enough wounds (healed as well as fresh) to align with such a claim. Zugzwang was proud of his work.