The Floodlands Don't get hot and flustered

Confusion had lasted all of about the entire time he stared at this strang male, this suave yet savage fellow lupine. Something about him screamed  murder, while another screamed-
kin.

“I’d rather you not-“ he coursed the rough wave over smooth sands with little effort as the confusion began to fade. “Unless you have plans to keep me alive, should you win.” The second half of the deal was punctuated with a smirk he hadn’t planned to illustrate. Since when had he dared become a playful devil?

Charm washed into those crystalline blues as he felt himself growing eager for this game of dangerous tag. He hadn’t ever romped around with strangers before, and found himself wanting for this dashing gent to take the invite. He needed to let his hair down every now and then, too, did he not? It would ail a man should he be duty-bound all his life.