Where his boy seemed to wilt in the sun like a dying, dehydrated flower, Narev was thriving. A wolf of the desert through and through, Narev wondered if perhaps he had some 'yote in his blood too. The warmer it got, the lighter his steps felt, and the sun was like an old friend, beckoning him to a place that wasn't quite home, but felt more familiar than anything else he'd seen in this world.

"Could stand to be a bit hotter," he told the other man, fiery eyes glinting with mischief and something else as he glanced Draugur's way.

Watchful eyes would not miss the ignition switch in the white wolf's mind, and Narev wondered if - or when - he might act on it. Was blood truly enough, or did he want something a bit more... intimate?

A tiny flicker of interest stirred in Narev's belly, and he stopped that line of thinking immediately.

"Yes, of course. Forgot how delicate you were," he teased lightly, steering the both of them toward a nearby copse of trees - a temporary safe haven from the intense sunlight. He paused by the shadow's edge, gesturing playfully for Draug to enter first.

"After you, princess."