mystic

[Wolfgang]

It was getting a little dim, a little grey as the sun slowly sunk it's way below the mountains. Wolfgang's appetite had picked up a little while ago now, but some of the hare blood had proven difficult to rid himself of. He'd cleaned up now, his spotted pelt back to it's usual precision. Despite the warming weather, it looked like snow later in the evening. Padding from within the warmth of the cave tunnels, Wolfgang squinted against the bracing late afternoon air. It was oddly refreshing, after spending the last few hours in the tunnels. He wondered where Azriael had gotten to after they had parted earlier, ears pricking to scout out any sign of the dark-pelted lion. He was easy to spot against the snow, but he was sure that would change once the thaw came through fully. Wolfgang sat himself down atop one of the few less-icy rocks closer to the cavern mouth and settled to wait. ""

Azriael

[Azriael]

Azriael had well and truly preened in preparation for his not-date with the emperor. The spring he’d cleaned up in had been warm and soothing on his pride and muscles. By the time he’d rid himself of the blood and gore the umber lion felt like he was melting, and dragged himself from the pool to dry off. He was looking forward to this meal, probably more than he should. No, he knew there was no probably about it. The lion was more than aware that this game was going to end up getting him burned. Not Wolfgang, not anyone else, but him. He just didn’t have the good sense to stop playing. Especially when Wolfgang, impossible to read, was the one inviting Azriael deeper into the flames.

Dried off and his mane behaving at least moderately, Azriael sauntered to the cache and collected dinner. He figured, since Wolfgang had told him to call, he had time to organise things. What things? Finding the perfect spot, clearing the snow, something like that. But as Azriael emerges from the tunnels his gaze immediately falls on the king, settled on a rock and waiting. "Ahh," Azriael says through a mouthful of the meat he had pulled from the cache. "I brought dinner."

Wolfgang

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[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang was a patient man, but he didn't have to wait long. The scuff of paws from the tunnel's he himself had emerged from a few minutes prior drew his attention. It was Azriael, carrying food he had surely selected from the cache. With a rumble of greeting, Wolfgang slid his way down from the rock with careful paws, landing in the crunchy snow with a thud."So you have," he agreed with a smile. "What did you pick out?" He was looking forward to this meal - partly because he was hungry but mostly because he was looking forward to spending more time with the dark-pointed lion. ""

Azriael