Zaphkiel's life had always been one of adventure and adrenaline. Even when he had met Astrid it had been an experience that he shared with her, enjoying the way she fought so fiercely with life and made it her own. Astrid was a battle worn Queen in the eyes - well, eye - of Zaphkiel which is what had drawn him to her from the beginning. There was very little that could be considered soft about her, from the way she glared at him in the beginning or snapped at him whenever he pulled some crazy prank on her. Some males might find it annoying, her grumpiness, or been turned away by such an attitude, but it had only made him love her more. He did not need soft and cozy. He needed rough and tumble and she was definitely that, never ceasing to amaze him. Besides, she put up with his pestering and she also had his children. It was not meant to happen, really, but he was thrilled it had and if anyone ever asked he would always boast how 'MY KIDS ARE THE BEST EVER.' Seriously, whose children were as sweet and protective and kind as his? Not to mention smart or adventurous or... you get the gist.

As of late though the pair had spent precious little time together for what the children didn't demand of it the pack did. Astrid was back to her hunting ways as was her position and Zaphkiel would make sure the kids were taken care of and safe but it was high time that he stretched his muscles and he got in some loving. Not THAT kind of loving. Look what happened last time that happened. As much as he adores his children Zaphkiel was alarmed at how fast they were growing and to add to the burden of the den was not in his plans.

He knew that his cousin had taken over Diveen once more and even as he left the children with a strict 'you be careful and don't cause any mischief' lecture and look, he wondered if his father and mother would leave the woods. Although Andromeda might not want to he was of the opinion that his mother might fast grow annoyed at his fathers attitude towards the trees and cave. It was nice to have them around (not that he would ever say that to his father) and his children loved them. His mother certainly was taken with them all and he was happy to have given her that joy, even mistakenly.

While Astrid sniffs ahead Zaphkiel completely ignores the scents around him except that of hers. She tracks prey and he tracks her. Oh he knew what she was doing and maybe he shouldn't interfere but her alluring figure had caught his eye this morning and really, it was her fault he was out here. So he tracks her with his stealthy paws and one good eye until he hears the sounds of shuffling from the nearby moose and spies his alabaster mate observing them with a sort of tension along her shoulders that made him aware of how eager she was to attack.

So when she turns her head back and catches him with that sly grin his own lips twist up and his eye takes on a devilish glint. "It seems the only way I get to spend any time with my mate." Now he pouts, a fake note in his voice as he moves up silently ot her side and presses into her with relish. He sees the moose now, old and in pain, and while it is incredibly huge he feels a brush of recklessness come over him that not doubt she feels in the slight tremor of his muscles. "What you want, you shall have," he says cryptically and then he bunches his legs and thrusts forward so that he is running headlong at the moose.

The creature startles and it is old and slow to move, pain and age interfering with it's faculties, so as it starts to spin he puts on a burst of speed and rounds into the side that is curving, leaping up and trying to throw his whole weight at it to off-balance the creature and make it trip tot he side where, by now, Astrid is likely coming.