:::not here for my _{confessionals:::}

Widow's mocking voice caught him quite by surprise, and he paused mid-stride to see her emerge from the dappled shadows across the border, tinkling laugh rippling in the air. Although pleased to see her, his embarrassment flared hot beneath his pelt and his eyes narrowed as he vomited a gruff reply, resenting her joking, “I cannot help that I am male, and a tie takes awhile to break. At least there is something to show for it though, so my endeavor has not failed.” He made a reference to Raven's single pup, whose birth he had heard about but had no been allowed to witness. Not that it was a tragedy for him to be segregated from the baby, but he was secretly worried it would be killed simply for having been spawned from his loins, which would mark the entire incident a waste.

The female's sweet tones brought him back to the present, and he glanced around himself as though to ensure her presence had not alerted his guard. When nobody else arrived, he merely turned back to her, pale eyes dark with annoyance, “Why have you come? I did not request your presence here, nor did I request it when I was taken!” He snapped vehemently, but his head dropped soon after and an apology was not far behind, “Forgive me, beautiful one. I do not like to be seen in this state, and the vile reek of this place makes me cranky.” He smiled at her without humor, but drew closer to the scent-line eyes tracing her contours as they had merely days before, enjoying her womanliness. It was clear he felt absolutely no remorse for his crime, as seen by the swelling between his legs, and he let his tail wave languidly, trying to trick himself and Widow into believing he was at ease.

“Indeed, you are my ray of sunlight in the darkness! I yearn to hunt with you by my side. Perhaps your cleverness would keep me from getting caught, as my own seemed not to have.” He was never too proud for flattery, and his silver tongue dripped pleasing words like honey, calling Widow closer to his side. His previous idea to stand by her on her quest for power assaulted him, and his began to pant excitedly, vivid imagination conjuring a picture where thy ruled together, their dark children wrestling over a carcass in the dirt. At was a pleasing thought to say the least, and his grin broadened, “I will soon escape this dreary place, and we can again stalk the hapless residents of Moladion together!”