Deep Inside [M]

The lord moved at a brisky run, his breath heightened, his muscles quaking beneath his thick coat, it was a good run, it was a fresh evening. The canines was most pleased, shivering haunches would deliver the male from his run, his head throwing back and gathering air carefully. When his lungs filled a yawn would erupt, thrusting out all of the air he had gathered. Russet tail swishing behind him the brute would aim to the wall of a cave, leaning his mass to the edge leading to the mouth and moving along it, itching the length of his body.

Good. It was really good.

He was quite a ways from Seracia...a very long way, actually, and most wolves would probably be bothered having been pulled so far away from their duties, but to be honest, there really was no reason for him to yearn to be close. Seracia was, partially, under his control, of course, but that meant little, he was just standing in until his bro found something better, which was not going to be hard.

Remaining standing the colored brute would stretch his limbs out before continuing to press his entity against the rough edges of the cave. He had to admit, he liked the cave. It was dark, and while he was not dark aligned, he definitely like darkness, more so what you could do in it, a lot better than light. He thrived better. The sun, quite frankly, just got in his way.