found. a. shark. doo-doo-doo-doo

He couldn't get over his luck at finding this party. Was all of Boreas like this? God, he hoped so. If parties like this were the norm he'd never go home because this was great. Since when did wolves throw open their caches and invite complete strangers to get drunk on the beach with them? Please, please let it be all the time. He'd had more drink and attention in the span of a few hours than...well, saying all of his adult life would be a little underwhelming since he'd just turned two this season, so how about since he'd first been introduced to sex and liquor. That at least doubled the days he'd been interested in partying.

"I'll make it worth it," he promised with a quick kiss before she pulled away. Hyperion watched the woman step towards the cave. Oh this was so happening. He leaped over the shark and raced after her. Soon they were enveloped in darkness. She turned back to him, her lips finding his, and for a moment he was lost to all but their softly echoing breaths and the taste of her on his tongue. He reached out in the hopes of hooking one of her legs and pulling her in closer while leaning in himself. From her mouth his lips ventured to her ear. A kiss there began a journey over the crook of her jaw and down into the hollow of her throat.

He wanted to run his paws through her fur so that's what he began to do; tracing the lines of her neck and shoulders beneath the silken strands. Perhaps he was taking too many liberties but it was she who had initiated this, not he, so he felt he could confidently do away with reservations in this moment. A familiar ache had settled in his belly, demanding he seek relief in the sweet heat of this beautiful stranger. Hyperion was ready to get lost in her and if she didn't direct him in the manner she wished to share with him then he would assume she was satisfied with dealer's choice.