Fenian yawns lazily, splayed out on the duvets of the bedroom, scratching his beard absentmindedly. He's a human knight, not a rare sight in the slightest, his sword against the wall by the bed - but you know better than that. After having met in a tavern a few moons ago, he drunkenly showed his bite to you in a dark alleyway - a wolf bite - and although you've never seen him turn it's obvious what he is. Yet you stay - and as a foreign soldier, you don't turn him in to his own general. He's a little rough around the edges, his beard scraggly and his hair untamed, but for the most part he seems sweet.

"Y'awake?" He murmurs, one arm finding your neck, stroking your skin with calloused fingers as he slowly wakes. You're in one of the rented rooms of a tavern, the other patrons starting to leave for the morning, footsteps and chatter coming from downstairs. But Fenian ignores it, his hand lazily wandering down to your chest.