It would be a shame, were the little male to be truly rather parched. After all, he already determined wine would not be partaken of just yet. If only the little youth had a single clue what he had gotten himself into. Things as he knew them, were about to drastically change simply because of a stranger he so brazenly and naively decided to converse with and follow. He believed his lies as if the direct story were being granted to his ears. The creature had not even tried so vastly to convince him. A few choice words, and he had the male right within his greedy claws. And, he would not be escaping them at that. Nevertheless however, the slightest tremble of clarified the soreness of his legs, and he determined a few moments of rest and he would be ready to enact whatever he pleased with the defenseless mortal.
The creature simply nodded in reply after a quick judgment on whether or not he should gift the blonde a quick break. The blonde seemed to contort into an idealistic realization, and Claude followed his gaze to the small clearing, still shrouded in partial darkness but a tad lighter than the density around them. It was a perfect location, rather. Dark to his taste yet also lighter, and clearly more spacious for him to move about at his will without worrying about bracing against a tree or such. Surely it was a few prowling steps away, past a thicker tree line. He blinked a few times, blatantly, as if assessing the area very briefly before he gave a slight prod to the young male's back, as if to hurry him along as the wolf continued on. Even as he passed him, he ushered him along more affirmatively by brushing his tail along the red coat adorning his back. "Yes, yes. Right this way and we can rest for a few… minutes. Surely."
Ever so silent and always in such a hurry. It was truly starting to get on the blonde's last nerve. This whole time he had been trying to start a conversation, yet he had never gotten much in reply. And if that nod had annoyed him, then the prod to his back nearly drove him over the edge. For fucks sake! He knew where the clearing was, it would take just under five minutes to get there, and yet he was still being hurried as If he was lagging slowly! His teeth grit and he was prepared to spit an insult at the man for his lack of vocalization when he was cut off by the wolf's words. Then he paused. Perhaps he was in such a hurry because Alois's uncle had told him to go straight there without a detour, but the older male had felt some sympathy for the young boy and allowed him time to rest purely out of the good of his heart. At that notion, a small smile graced the Count's lips and he looked to the ground as if he were shy. His head was starting to swim with ridiculous ideas now. He wondered if the male was attracted to Alois the same was the blonde was attracted to him. Or what if he had fallen enchanted just by the look of the angelic blonde. Did he truly like him that much to be as kind as to defy his uncle's direct orders? A small tremor ran through the blonde's body at the thought of such. Defying his uncle was truly a courageous feat. In the years he has lived with the man, he has seen him do pretty horrid stuff to those who crossed him, and he would have no restraint to punish the wolf for such acts of treachery. The blonde glanced up to Claude, his gaze almost smoldering. Do you really know what you are doing for me? He wondered, do you know how much trouble you could get into for simply being so kind? This man was starting to seem more and more like a prince out of a fairytale to the blonde. He wondered, if he were to kiss him now, would he be taken away to a castle deep in the woods? The boy's eyes widened as it suddenly dawned on him just what he was thinking. He shook his head, a blush creeping its way up to his cheeks. What was that fuck was he? A love-struck maiden? He could not believe he was thinking such ridiculous and girlish thoughts. He must never go through the woods again after this; it was changing him too much. It was giving him preposterous ideas.
But if the ideas in his head were so outrageous, then why did the most pleased tingle go up his spine when the wolf's tail brushed along his back? Surely it was only because it tickled. But why was he suddenly finding it so hard to swallow? It must be because he is thirstier than he thought. But why is his heart beating so fast? He… he did not have an answer to that one. He only hoped that when they sat down his heart would calm itself. Sure, they had been walking quite a bit, but even walking did not make someone's heard beat this way, right? When he was bored, the boy would roam the estate, walking up and down staircases and meandering through hallways for hours, and yet his heart never beat so fast. It must be something in the air. Yes, that was it; the air was richer here in the forest. That has to be it. Yet before he knew it they were standing in the middle of the clearing. It had taken the blonde a few moments to come back from his daze, but when he did he quickly set the basket down and sat down himself. He had made sure to fan out his red cape under him so he would not get his shorts dirty. After all, he could just carry his cloak if it got too dirty but he did not have a spare change of shorts, so he didn't want them getting soiled. Next, he reached into his basket and took out two flasks of wine. He handed one to his escort and opened his own, taking a quick swig and relishing the feel of it moistening his dry throat. It truly was a splendid sensation. Not to mention his legs were feeling quite relieved.
Never once had the creature taken the hesitation to ever once glance back towards the mortal. After all, his full concern was not on him at all. If he followed that was well enough, and he cared not a tad bit further than that. This was indeed taking longer than he wished, in fact. Simply because of all of the youth's damned questions and inquisitions of the sort. Generally he located a guest, dragged them a few simple meters into the depths of the forest before devouring them. Though of course, he never really fed his more primal desires, such as the fulfillment of his lust. He was after all a lonely creature. His only company was ever the guests to wander their way into the forest. It was due to that he was so unfamiliar with conversations. He knew how to have them, but could only stand irrelevant discussions for so long. Hardly did he ever speak, but to sway the intentions of his prey to follow up on his own intentions and goals. Yet his twist of words and promises worked just fine. Very rarely did he ever give up a definite effort, other than a chase and with his speed they never got far before he brought them down. No, however, his current capture was certainly a keeper for as long as he would last. His appearance was very enticing, and certainly more inviting than many. Just the simple thoughts of bringing skin to skin were enough to produce a very, very light hum-like growl to reverberate from the depths of his throat in a pleased demeanor. He had no reason, not to be pleased.
When the blonde had seated himself, the wolf did as well and eyed his movements carefully as he reached into the basket to receive the flasks. He had no regard for the ground. And how odd, deeming how pristine his suit was. How did he keep it so neat, being a forest dweller? Perhaps he truly did have a little haven of his own within that forest… Where else would he go? Upon receiving his own flask, he held it a few inches above his mouth as he tilted his head back and allowed the wondrous substance to drizzle into his mouth as he tilted the flask. Surely compared to many drinking habits it was rather odd. As he tilted his head back and left his mouth agape however, each one of his four, long canines were adamantly visible. Two of the top, visible from the base of the white colour (excluding the roots) were estimated an inch long. The two on the lower, probably a mere half. Nevertheless the view of them were rather magnificent, if not a slighter bit intimidating. He closed the jaws, daring a tongue along his lips afterwards as he regarded the blonde a firm stare. Not too much wine… The flasks were rather small, yet still. It would ruin the fun for himself if the blonde were to become the slightest tipsy. He wanted each exact reaction. He himself finished his flask however, and had reached to set it by the basket, as he had done so he then sauntered over to the young male on his hands and knees, drawing up to meet him directly, face to face. "Not too much, mind you." He had no regard for whether or not Alois had finished is or not, for within sparse bare second movements he had it capped and set to the ground, rather forcefully. The desire to gain fear or at least surprise from the other burned adamantly within him. He could wait no longer. What would be the point of doing so? The mortal was never returning home. It was far too late at that point to turn back. Would the youth regret ever even meeting eyes with the creature that now had a hand on his chest, pushing him back down against the ground and clampering his way on top of him? The wolf himself had grown adamantly excited of what was to come, what he would receive. His honey hues met with the icy orbs of the form he had pinned to the forest floor at that point. Between the time he had crawled his way over, to the point their eyes met had all seemed like an excited and unpredictable blur.