Wapun Meadow honeywine

Donovan finds his allied leader not too far away. His eyes settle on him shamelessly and he almost wants to jump him right then and there. Though as he’s padding up, he can see a twinkle of shame or perhaps regret in his eyes. For a solid moment, he wonders what for. It doesn’t stop his approach though and he’s continuing onward to stand close to the male; within conversational distance. Tilting his massive head and poking thick ears towards him, an easy smile on his maw. 

“What bothers you, peaches?” He hums our his internal curiosity, unable to resist.