your love's a drag, but I need it so bad

Click, click, nails on stone. Someone was near. The frail wraith let his eyes flutter open, lashes caressing his sharp cheekbones. Leaning slight weight upon his paws once more, the male turned slowly to face the creature who had disturbed his trance. It was a wolf, that was for certain. Adorned in lavish gold, draped in luxurious tones of earth and sand. Their frames were similar, serpentine and angular all the same. Interesting. Mismatched gaze followed her movements into the embrace of the dank cavern, though he didn't make a sound.

"I haven't seen rain in moons," he crooned softly, hearing the echo of each syllable trip and stutter their way down into the bowels of the cave system. "is it common here?" the thickness of his accent betrayed him. He was most certainly not from these lands.

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