Redhawk Caldera The View from Halfway Down

He stepped toward her, barely causing the water to ripple as he drew closer. He tilted his muzzle down, to drip his molten gaze into hers, blinking as a smile was drawn to his features; one that finally sparked a glistening in his eyes. She was radiant even in the darkening grey that turned the lake into a pool of black. A sudden rush of wind cast a ripple across the surface of the lake, a threat of another downpour to come. 

They'd come here to fish, but had both been caught. 

As primal as his feelings were, he was a traditional man at heart. Teya was not something to be seized or claimed, and despite the desire that begged for him to sweep her out of sight and blend their moans with the thunder, he would humbly bow his head, and speak. "I would like to court you, Teya." He said softly.