Cedar Sweep I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

leaving this open as to when exactly this is after their thread together, but dating it before his thread with ensio :3 @Adlartok

His scent.

It clung loosely here and dared to delve deeper, but deeper was pack borders. Baudelaire had no interest in infringing in that part of the man's life. So instead he did what any horrible fling would do. He lurked the woods closest to the man's home and waited for him.

A low whine in his throat when he thought he heard someone near.

Artok was nursing muscles that hadn't been used in such a manner as nights prior. But it was a gentle burn and ache, that he both enjoyed and endured. He and the youth had parted ways and he had thought nothing else of it, moving on with his life. He hadn't even gotten the youths name. Would he revisit the gentle ministrations lathered upon him in his dreams certainly, would he revisit his own line in the plot, gladly.

He had traipsed from his borders not far, when the scent hit him like a ton of bricks. He knew it now as well as he knew his own, and it clung to the trees and grass, near his home, though it never crossed his borders.

He followed it, and a low whine informed him someone was near. He turned golden eyes towards the sound, and eyes alighted upon his night time lover. He lifted a brow, and moved closer, wondering what they youth was doing so close to his home. He didn't mind exactly, he was just curious. He kept his body lose and opening.

Ah, the grand warrior.

Bauedelaire's heart skipped a beat with feverish intent. Now that he was here, any ideas he had had slipped free from his mind. Everything forgotten besides his brief lover. Such a sight he was in the daylight!

The young man dropped into a bow, rear in the air as his tail curved over it. He wished to entice the man away from home for a while.

Artok traced his gaze over the youth with lazy intent. His own aches and pains momentarily forgotten. His breath quickened, and he surprised himself at the thoughts that raced around his mind. He was not usually a wolf that returned for seconds, but this youth had enamored him more than many had in long time.

He thought perhaps it was because this one could match him wit for wit, and he was rather easy on the eyes, if he was being honest.

Artok followed with his own play bow, though his leg and muscle pulled tight, it wasn't that he couldn't move completely. His own tail curved up over his downy back, golden eyes traced the movements and he gave a deep whuff.

Charmed, infatuated.

Baudelaire could swear he felt dizzy when the man engaged with him! How foolish, how so very unprincely of him. Not that any of that mattered here, of course.

He bounced forward all at once with nimble footing, aimed to playful nip at one of the man's ears.

He found he cared very little if he was met with a harsher reaction for it.

Artok sucked in a breath as the youth engaged him. He followed his movements with careful eyes, but not to warn away. No. To engage, to play. He hadn't played in years.

In most circumstances Artok would have met the youth with teeth and claws, but he saw it for what it was, a love bite, a playful moment. So he bounded forward, as easily as he could with his bum leg, and playfully batted at the youth, tugging at his ears and ruff.

Then with a wave of his tail he leapt backwards, as if saying catch me if you can.

That rascal!

Baudelaire laughed loudly as the man bounced back out of reach. He rumbled with a challenging dare, prepared to fall into the role of chaser.

His teeth would click with affectionate warning, ushering the other man to begin his chase if he so wished.

A smirk colored Artoks face and his eyes flashed at the youth.

The rumble from the younglings chest drew warmth along the spine of Artok. Lit a fire deep inside his chest.

Artok ghosted forward and then turned and bounded away, running his tail along the youths snout and nose. He was old not dead, and he'd hate his body in the morning, but for now he would do what he could.

The sight excited him.

Without second thought, he took off after him. He cared little about them romping out here so close to the man's home, who might see or what they might think.

Would his warrior be in trouble for slacking off? Perhaps something to ask about later, if he thought of it.

Regardless as he neared in, he would start to seek a way to take the warrior down with him. Mindful of being the one to cushion their blow into the earth. He had no interest in sending his warrior back harmed.

Artok let out a lowly chuckle as he ran. For once not worried about his limp at all. He was aware of course of it, but he could still run, just as easily on three of his legs.

Artok cared not one wit if anyone saw him with his lover. He was off duty right now, and he often made sure they had cached filled, and he patrolled the borders. He was allowed a break here an now.

Artok let him almost reach and then sped up a few times, an finally, he allowed the youth near enough to catch if he would like.