Honeyed Pasture night of the hunter

As he stands tall and confident over the lifeless creatures body his eyes finds the female ain’t wrong towards him. Thick ears face towards the dark figure and he cocks his head ever so slightly with a raised brow. Slowly, an easy smile spread across his lips as she boasts his confidence (which is not good for how full of himself he already is) with her seemingly impressed compliment.


Then as she asks to share the leftovers she hardly gives him time to respond before answering for him and digging in. He lets out a puff of air through his nose that could be considered a laugh. “I’d say go ahead but it seems you’ve already found yourself at home.”

Gazing down to her and taking in her coat in the fading light he can see the light dusting of maroonish red in her pelt, along with the chocolate browns and backs. Then her stunning apricot eyes catch his own. For merely a few seconds he takes in her appearance, though fitfully, he take his eyes off of her and looks back towards the coyotes that seems to be getting further and further.

“You wouldn’t happen to want to hunt the other down would you, dear?” He asks in a distracted hum, canary eyes still settled on the animals in the distance. “Hide this one and chase the rest of the pack?” He has a mysterious but playful glint in his eyes, as he side eyes her. Really he’s just wants the thrill of the hunt and what’s better than hunting in the company of a beautiful stranger.