Ravensblood Forest there is lightning in this room, above our heads waiting to strike

The silence starts to get to him after a few moments, but he doesn't know how to break it. Eventually his patience wears thin, and he crawls forward, pressing his nose directly to Kratos's for a moment in a gesture bolder than he's feeling right now. I still want you, He offers quietly, nipping at one of his paws as he pulls away; an invitation to start that spar Kratos had wanted before, albeit from an awkward position.