His heart thrums wildly against his ribs - he can feel the tingle of anxiety in his stomach and the excitement ball in his throat. He could feel the warmth of her skin agaisnt the soft pink of his muzzle and her sweet aroma floods around him.
The Inlet is quiet. she breathes. Yes it had been quiet. Something the aging King was not accustomed to. Life for him and been full of its ups and downs - and now it has grown quiet. Which has the King on edge... a calm before a possible storm.
He nods gently as she speaks, "Yes, it has been quiet, which is uncharacteristic for this land." his shifts his glacial gaze toward the dark pines behind her where the shadows deepen to an almost black. He is always wary - always keeping his eye out for anyone who may slink through the darkness. His attention is drawn back to N.asa as she chuckles.
Particularly when I'm feeling...old. a smile traces across his lips as her chuckle electrifies him. "You and me both, perhaps its time to vacation in the southern isles during the winter," he chuckles as he gently bumps her again.
Diana is a strong one, she says aloud and draws his attention toward where their daughter lay. He could not deny her strength which now grew with each passing day. "A fine trait, that will serve her well in the future." a smile touches his whiskered lips.
She swivels her finely dished face to look at him - there is a furrow in her brows and a directness in her voice as she speaks. We have enemies. the sentence is direct and his brows raise as she speaks and then asks him what weighs on him. He shifts his gaze away from her momentarily as he draws a breath across his lips.
"We do. I have made enemies more than once while living here on the Isles," he pauses "And I fear that those days will catch up with me" he admits heavily.
