Meadow

A sharp exhale pushes passes his lips. Her smell was intoxicating. She continues to act sly, playing her game of cat and mouse. "Aww yes." Danger and stranger were both the same. "You are also a stranger, woman. Maybe it is I who should be wary of you?" His words thick with accent, as he taunts the honey colored lady. She is a mysterious woman, an intriguing creature. He can feel her warmth as she pushes her delicate body against his. He drinks in her scent hungrily, it has been some time since he has felt the warmth of a woman's body.

She pushes her body away from his and begins to circle him. He yearns to be next to her, but stands his ground. Björn is not the one to appear needy, nor clingy. His dark tail flicks across his hocks, as the seconds tick by and the silence between them stretches. He is curious to know the woman's name who has him so intrigued. She taunts him more before finally her lips part to reveal her name. Nya.

"I am Björn." He says simply and gruffly before continuing. "What brings you to the meadow?" He asks, knowing that it was none of his business. He finds it peculiar she wanders through the common lands. Does she not have a home? Or was she running from something? Someone? It has been some time since Björn has set hoof in these lands. He knows full well that things change very quickly.

ooc: next post will be better! <3