"Because I'm hard to resist," Bramen said, leaning his head back a little to give Dorian more access to a throat. The mage wasn't the only one on the back of a sacred deer with a smile on his face. The halla was content to walk with her riders, moving about the outside of the camp. Bramen leaned back a little more against his lover, relaxing in Dorian's arms. He was glad the man seemed to be enjoying himself for the time being, that being out in the wilderness wasn't too much for him.

He'd do his best to keep it that way. As it was, the clan seemed to appreciate the man's presence and Dorian had done a fine job of earning their favour. Bramen could only hope for this trend to continue.