Chimera Fields madhu

arrey, he called out to the dark wolf approaching, rising from the flowers. the large man must be a dozen seasons his junior, if not more, but they were of a similar frame. he let himself smile, shoulders relaxing, posing no threat.

(and what threat could an old man pose. . .?)

beautiful here, hai naa? he inquired casually, tail flicking behind him at the wonder of it all.