Sizzling Like Your Stare.

Drashiel had wandered from Regium, a refreshing stroll through the winter wasteland, both to exercise his muscles and to clear his head.  That moment he'd spent with Roman, that sweet, hot, passionate moment had drowned him and bliss and now that his head was starting to clear he felt a tickle in his chest.  It occured to him their union could produce pups.  Drashiel had slept with other women on his travels and there was a chance that one of those heated nights had produced a litter but that was before Roman.  Things were different now.

Drashiel slowed to a halt as he caught a strange, fowl scent in the air.  Well, well, well… what did we have here.  Emerald eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight as his gaze landed on a large pale, female.  "What serpent comes slithering so quietly across the snows? Shouldn't you be... hibernating?"  The words rolled lazily off his tongue, so casual despite the veiled threatening tone.