As the warrior rose to his feet, he could feel her eyes looking over every conceivable inch of him. Morwenna was indeed a woman that sought the highest of quality in her subjects. Those who would stand tall against those that opposed her every whim. Was he such a man that deserved to be by her side? Was what she had to offer him what he sought? Tsukikage watched her silver gaze roam to the mountain top she spoke of, curiosity and wonder equally showing in his own gaze.

Yes, I shall follow you till death takes me. Till the very life from my lungs fades away. Shall I go away with you now? See this kingdom of yours for myself?

Tsukikage eyed her up and down now with his own judgement of such a woman. Morwenna was indeed cut from a very different cloth, much like him. She carried herself with a regal baring and great authority fitting of such a wolf. He just hoped that she was deserving in the end of such compliments. And oh how he wished to test her otherwise, the feel her in every way possible. Though it was probably not meant to be, even if just for the sake of relieving the tensions that so plagued him. Another wolf, another time perhaps.