Emberwood (MATURE MATURE MATURE) Alarm clocks Screaming, Monsters calling my name

Donovan stands there in all of his glory when the coffee pelted male turns around. The obvious way his eyes roam over Donovan’s form force the brindled male to quirk a circular white brow up. He’s booking at him like he’s a four course meal. So Donovan takes some steps forward and then in merged by the others words. At this, Donovan can’t stifle the rumbling bark of laughter that comes from his chest. Wow, he’s fucking honest.

He eyes this stranger down, the mottled brown of his coat pleasing to the eyes as he inspects him from head to toe. “Oh? Well it seems like your lucky day, darling.” He hums back.

Inhaling his scent he tilts his head. “You a pack wolf? Smells familiar.”