Haunted Wood King Dick of F*ck Mountain

He tensed at the response as it slowly dawned on him that he was yet still, he was curious and wanted his end of the deal. He watched the approach and once again felt that weird pull, there was just something pretty about the man. He held still as the proximity closed and this eyes flew wide with horror at the mere suggestion of taking an entire chunk out of the man just to taste him. The best 
taste came from the bloodiest meat after all so all he wanted was that, a trickle of blood. To really taste a wolf was different somehow than the taste of another's blood during a fight. His brows furrowed suddenly as if trying to cover his vulnerability "of course not" he snapped though still held still looking upward to keep the eye contact as Abaddon came dangerously close. Abaddon was a lot more intimidating up close especially due to the situation, Valour was expected to bare his throat. He sucked in a breath and exhaled as he followed the man's eyes, his heartbeat quickening in his chest with a strange sort of excitement. Wasn't it a thrill to be trusting someone so intimately with his life?