Hideaway Strath Call of the wild

Kynareth’s not doing anything fantastic or exciting when he gets beckoned. Rather it gives him an opportunity to go do something fun or exciting. So when the stranger howl that sings his name so beautifully rings throughout his ear drums he’s eagerly moving to meet it.

He doesn’t take too horribly long to arrive and when he does he sees quite the site for sore eyes. She’s beautiful in all of her mysteriousness. He wouldn’t mind recreating the first night they met again and again. Still, he’s sauntering over to her and to greet her he nods curtly, a sickeningly, handsome, yet surprising, genuine smile. 

“Darling.” He hums coming in closer to her and rubbing their furry cheeks together briefly with a chaste lick to the wet tip of her nose. “I do love it when you sing my name so beautifully. You should do it more often.” He adds expertly. “What’d you need?”