Arms come up to brace around the other as he’d be pulled against just chest, while a rumbling within his chest — one akin to that of a purr would continue.
At the question, Logan reached with a hand, and grasped at Wulf’s own, +
Normally, he’d be one to put some distance. Snarl a hurtful remark and whatnot. But, this ., felt nice. He’d allow him to pull him close. Low, content rumbling within his chest remaining a constant.
“Mmhm.,”
* 𝕳𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙. retweeted
/ gonna get to responses later tonight! in the meantime comment ur muse’s height to compare with Logan’s 🫵

















