Emberwood (MATURE MATURE MATURE) Alarm clocks Screaming, Monsters calling my name

Another presence. 
Not surprising, with this absolute gold mine of food. 
The stranger makes his movement obvious and....
Oh holy shit. 
The man is an absolute wall of muscle, perfectly toned. He's obviously not pure wolf, but with Clarence and Awenfen it no longer bothers him the way it used to. 
As his eyes tumble hungrily over the way the variegated browns seem to glow in the sunlight, a rumbling voice that makes his stomach flip flop.
Oh fuck. Oh Gods. Oh Fuck. 
For a moment memory stands there, jaw agape, staring like an idiot. 
Say something, dumbass. He blinks, brain finally engaging. Theres a surge of self consciousness over his damaged face, and he lowers his head, trying his best to hide it. 
"Well, when I went looking for meat this morning, I didn't expect it to be a nice hunk of Man."