under the moonlight

She would lean to his touch, a satisfying purr shuddering free of his quaking lips, though her response weren?t quite as definite as The King had hoped. Blushed towers would waver backwards, frivolously disappointed by her desire to question, though promptly coming to realise it was typical of the burly woman; she was wise enough not to cast herself into unknown situations, not careless enough to swim murky waters. He would come to appreciate such a character, if his pride could allow it. Lips would tweak, skull moving backwards and forwards over her dark ear, grooming and tempting, his voice would usher forth somewhat muffled, ?A northern empire, my blue, barely a season old,? he would pause as his mind marvelled quietly beneath his pride, ?I strive to grow our numbers as great as our powers, though I have but one Overseer helping to achieve my brilliant goals. With you, I don?t doubt we can rob surrounding packs of their greatest, and rise to the luminosity I so hope to achieve.? His weight would shift as the albino retracted from her touch, searching her emerald gaze for any further suggestion of hesitation. Oh, it would break his heart for her to do so.