Blackfeather Woods cry tears of blood, kiddo

@Crescendo

Tanith's bright agouti coat stood out against the shadows of Blackfeather Woods, most of the wolves of Blackfeather had no problem because most of them had fur as black as ink. Suitable for blending in in darkness, but she did not have that advantage so she had to use other methods when assassinating. Takes more time, but she had gotten used to it. So, today, the newcomer made her way through the woods until she arrived in a small clearing, the ground covered in a small layer of snow. Thin.

Cold, she did not mind. Tanith lay on the snow, on her side and began licking her fur, grooming it. She did not care that a half her underside was viewable by anyone who walked by, horny males, females, she simply didn't care.

Crescendo was torn. Here, in the clearing, was a female who was giving him a nice view. Somewhere else in the Darkwoods, was Kadence, who almost always gave him a great view, and took him sightseeing. He growled at himself, then stepped out into the clearing in plain view. Silver eyes held none of the gold they held for Kadence, and the usual lust was vacant, well, vacantish, as he looked at the pretty female. Justvisitingjustvisitingjustvisiting, he kept repeating to himself.

"I don't believe we've met. Who are you?"

Eye struggle to stay on her head, wanting to move downwards is their true intention.

"I don't believe we've met. Who are you?" Tanith's turquoise gaze rolled upwards towards the source of the voice. It was a pure black male, muscular, with silver eyes and long legs. He had a good build, she would give him that. "Tanith, Meldresi accepted me a few days ago," the agouti female said, stretching herself from her position on the ground. No doubt she was giving the male a great view, but she wasn't doing this to get fucked, she was doing this because she actually wanted to stretch. "What about you?"

Crescendo looked down at the female, repeating his mantra in his head. Donotfuckdonotfuckdonotfuckdonotfuckdonotfuckdonot-
"Crescendo. Welcome to the darkness, Tanith." His eyes remained cold and heartless, though in their depths lurked a flame of desire. He stalked closer, flames growing in his silver orbs. "Have you been...'welcomed' yet?"