do you feel like a young god? ciri, offspring, any

[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

The smell of heat and sex is evident throughout Beqanna, but these aren’t things Longclaw is interested in. He’s interested in the dark cove of wet earth and heavy comfort, tucked away to the West of here. His own world lies in wait there, (it always will, now) invisible but for the playful flash of fangs here and again. “My favorite haunt.” He thinks, unable to keep the sideways turn of a simpering grin from exposing his own matching canines as he comes across the waiting pair.

They’re … interesting. He glances mutely between them, (what little space there is to look between) pulls nonchalantly to a halt, and allows for a glimmering hind leg to slacken with apparent comfort. “Diplomats, or did you get lost on the way to the breeding grounds?” He jokes, though the tone is delivered without much enthusiasm.