Lovett was a little suspicious. The weird dreams he'd been having lately were enough to ignore; it was stormy when he arrived, and continued to be as the dreams hit. However, this one he couldn't entirely ignore. The strange wolf, what he'd said, and when Lovett had woken the world was just normal? No fissures, no snow, just bright and sunny? The Fleur had never been a god-fearing man, but he wasn't sure what to think.

He'd push it down and make his mind up later. Clearly these lands were stranger than he'd thought.

For now, he focused on searching for herbs like a good little doctor. Surprisingly, there were many, as if he'd slept through the early weeks of spring. It was truly as if the earth had leapt forward in time, herb gardens lush and ripe for the taking. He would have to cultivate his own patch, perhaps in a cave so it would be protected from some of the frost... though every plant needed sun to grow. It was something else to think about, but he knew he had time. Surely the seasons weren't that different here, right?

Now that noon had hit, Lovett was merely exploring. After getting used to the mountain covered in snow, usually too cold to get his bearings, he relished in the chance to soak in the rays, comfortable enough to memorise the layout of his current home. The scents were fresh, the air was warm... truly, he didn't realise how much he missed spring. Plus, the mountain didn't seem so harsh, now. He knew it would be warmer further down the peaks, but he wasn't interested in exploring further down, not when Briar's fresh scent was tickling his nose.

Immediately, he turned towards her, the wind leading him to her obediently. She was atop a ridge, leaving her scent there. Lovett was pleased to see her bright frame, stark against the bright blue and greens of spring. Though, something seemed... off. As if winter had stolen something from her.

//visible, can arrive within speaking distance in briars post if u like :D

Briar said nothing, merely towered above him with a terrible grin as he approached. It was enough to make him flush, pleased to see her in all her glory. The more he looked, though, the more strange she looked, until it hit him. She didn't have a shadow! How odd... some sort of witchcraft?

It didn't matter, at the end of the day. She was still here, blazing bright, Thorn cawing above her. She truly was never without that bird. It was endearing in a way, he supposed. Lovett couldn't think of anything worse than being followed around by something so loud, but she seemed to enjoy his company nonetheless.

Tipping her head back, she howled, and he was unable to stop himself from joining her once he reached a comfortable closeness, allowing their voices to meld and soar higher, louder, stamping their claim atop the mountain. His heart clenched briefly; there was something primal about howling in a duet, something he quite enjoyed.

The proximity was a luxury, but her touch was more than that. His chest swelled with it, relieved his mouth was preoccupied with howling so he did not have to stumble his way around words he thought he wielded so wittily. To feel her so close, the vibrations of her voice reverberating within his core... it made him weak at the knees.

He followed Briar's lead, tapering off their song as she did, just in time before his lungs simply collapsed. The deep, slow breath he drew after was controlled, even as his heart raced in his chest, which he was sure she could feel. He took her offered affection, because he was a greedy thing, and took anything she was willing to give. If he had the breath, he might have given her a pleased hum in return, but he had to resign himself to shuddering, and nibbling fondly at her neck in return, especially as she scraped over his hips.

Lovett was not so misbehaved to expect anything else, however. She drew back a tad to speak, thankfully once he had gotten his breath back, though his heart was another issue entirely. It is perfect, my Queen. He replied, soft, just for her. You could not have picked a better home for us. Us meaning the Kingdom... but he was not so selfless to clarify so.

She agreed, a soft rumble building in her chest as she leaned more heavily on him. Lovett was more than happy to take that weight, share in the intimacy he knew should never be his. He was a greedy thing, a homewrecker, and yet, he found he could not stop himself. After all, it did not seem like Altair minded, or he would have put an end to this by now. Briar was a force to be reckoned with, he supposed, but it was not his place to question the relationships of his Zenith, or his Queen. His position was to accept whatever he was given, and to act grateful even if he wasn't. The consort of a consort... what a fitting title for such a lustful beast such as himself?

He remained against her, continuing to nibble and kiss at whatever parts of her he could reach, ear pressed against her to envelop himself in that lovely rumble. Lovett hummed an affirmative, freeing his mouth to speak, Of course, ma Reine. He sighed, ever the picture-perfect image of content, no matter his true feelings. In this case, it was true, which only helped his case. I'd be happy to do anything as long as it was by your side. Even if he could only catch glimpses of her, and snatch chaste touches where no one else could see... he was a resilient beast, and had gotten quite skilled at making things work in his favour.

//ma reine = my queen

He was rewarded with a satisfied rumble for his efforts, encouragement to continue in his ministrations. She was far too good to him; any other beast might have kept him on his toes, made him work for any sort of reward. Lovett was lucky, something he tried to remember daily, though a pampered mutt often forgot how privileged they were. He was no different, though he knew his cushy upbringing certainly helped urge him to believe he deserved this treatment.

How awful, how greedy of him.

His ears pricked at her words, a smile curling at his lips. She should know better than to encourage him too much... he was a lucky, lucky pet. But, of course. Wherever you go is where I belong, and I am honoured to by your side. He murmured, before adding an even quieter, thank you. Truth be told, he was caught off guard by her sudden honesty, having grown used to playing along with her games, or teasing her to begin one of his own. To hear he was wanted so blatantly... it felt like sin to his ears. And, oh, how lovely it sounded.

Briar moved on smoothly, and he was almost eager to be rid of this raw, tender feeling that was twisting in his chest, however dull it might be. He was not used to feeling an emotion such as this, and pocketed the sensation to make sense of later when his mask was no longer required. He sighed a little laugh, leaning into the touches she pressed into his ribs. His privilege showed on his waist; when he came here, he felt the bones beneath his skin clearly against the hard ground, but with spring, alongside Briar's pampering, there came a layer of fat that spoke of his treatment. He had to work to stay in shape, now, which was entirely unusual to him.

I would not be opposed to becoming one, he said, growing a touch bolder as her tone suggested she might be open to such activities, nibbling over her shoulders. Lovett was always eager to be used, after all. A thought occurred to him, sending a little thrill down his spine. But, you would have to catch me, first. A little funny, considering he was already wrapped in her embrace, but he could be slippery when he wanted, and could feel her body against his; any telltale movements to truly capture him would be felt as soon as she thought them.