Run. Run Away and Never Return!

Raumr did not expect to be in the likes of feline company so soon. How had he not noticed the gigantic female that now sped up behind him? At first, he didn't take note. Only focused on the strain of his muscles, his skin pulling taut as he continued his energy spending run. It's not until the thud of her paws that trembles the very ground beneath his own does he look backward. Surprise flits across his expression for a mere moment, fiery amber eyes widening momentarily as he takes her in. Never in his life had he seen such a beautiful specimen before.

While others might panic, Raumr smiles back, his lopsided grin framed by the scars around his lips and nose. She easily overtakes his stride, bursting ahead of him with a gorgeous smile that makes his insides melt instantly. Out of breath both from the exercise and what stands before him, he skids to a stop, droplets of mud spraying up his tan and ivory legs. He knows he doesn't look his best currently. His mane is crusted with sea salt, his coat is in desperate need of a bath, and his stomach in need of a good meal, but he won't shy away. Fear was the number one thing that got anyone killed. No, this would be his moment.

Following her to the stream, long strides and large paws carrying him with an unearthly grace, he too approaches the water. Dipping his own muzzle to the surface, lapping quietly at the cool and refreshing liquid, he only dares steal a momentary glance at her. Let the silence sink in for a moment longer, only until their bellies are full and water is falling from their lips.

Pleased with how his arrival to this foreign land is turning out, but thoroughly exhausted from the journey, he plops himself down with his front paws laying partially in the stream. Stretching out his legs and rolling over to his side, he faces the queen that will soon haunt his every dream. "I have only just arrived in these lands and already, such an alluring lady is here to welcome me? What have I done to be so blessed?" His throat, now thoroughly wetted, allows deep, rumbling vocals as thick as honey and just as sweet to roll easily off of his tongue as he maintains a relaxed but interested gaze upon her.

Raumr Regalus, the Third