Emberflame Ridge The music of the moment.

he caught sight of the yellow-eyed man from a distance, mainly because of that gaze—like binary suns. cortez was intrigued by those who strayed close to the willows, anyway, but this man had even more of his attention. he looked abstracted, somehow, lost. and the shakti knew intimately the feeling.

oh, if only he knew.

ain't it pretty, here? he remarked, loping slowly over to the other wolf. he paused a bit, upon stopping; the stranger was strikingly handsome, and cortez couldn't resist sweeping his gaze over the dusky gray coat, the neat build. he hoped the other wouldn't mind his staring. maybe he'd bask in the attention.