Firefly Glen Go ahead and change me

The sound of eager paw steps striding in his direction made the pale sire's ears flick in alert, turning his head sharply to meet the new presence with a hardened gaze. Though it was not until his eyes met a pair the similar color of cooling evergreen that his gaze would soften, and he'd offer an apologetic chuff at his previously tensed demeanor. 

"Keres, yer up rather late..." the pale brute questioned, inching his muzzle closer to softly gnaw the woman's shoulder. It wasn't that late, of course -- Ignis just wasn't expecting company this time around.