Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

He’s allowed himself to bask in the glory of getting preened by quite the attractive she-wolf and he most definitely doesn’t find himself complaining. Even though the sun has set by now, the last bits of light turn the sky a multitude of deep blues and violets, even some vibrant pinks. He’s been romping around with this pack wolf for a healthy amount of time. How long exactly, he’s not sure.

What he is sure of is that he’s content to lose himself in the feeling of the nibbles she gives his ear and neck. He hums again, it’s a soft exhale out of his lips that’s just barely audible. Then she’s scooting closer, yet the pause gets his attention. For a split second he keeps his eyes closed, wondering what she’s up to but curiosity gets the better of him. Then her touch is but a memory as she pulls away and he slowly opens his eyes back up to meet her own. 

Of course she had to head home, he isn’t supposed to run off with her. He gives her a hum of acknowledgment. “Should I walk you back?” He asks beginning to stand to his full, massive height, a teasing smile beginning to reveal itself.