The Guardian smiled down at finding the Coven Mother after so long, and was rather eager to feel how she approached against him, rushing to hug him in a way that spoke of their long, long partnership. He had sighed, closing his eyes as he found her lips against his scars, the healing leaving no mark but a clearer spot of skin on his frame, and soon it would disappear completely. Her mastery of the art was unquestioned. Now he knew that she hid something. She spoke too fast, her mind seeming rather easily distracted. M'Gul took his time to reach a hand over her long hair, brushing and combing it with a massive claw-like hand, it's four, thick fingers sliding in to rise the perfume of her mane to his bovine features.<br/><br/><strong>"It has been too long."</strong>His voice rumbled like an avalanche down the mountain.<strong>"Far too long."</strong>The Bull said even as he leaned against her, his hands squeezing her backside suddenly in a way she knew to be very meaningful - it suggested his ownership over her flesh, his mastery over her skin. Over her mind during their couplings. And yet, he knew she was hiding it from him, and that had him all the more curious to find out just precisely what she was daring to keep from his mind if not from his senses. The unknown scents were still in the air, all the heavier here inside.<br/><br/><strong>"Who else is here?"</strong>He asked her as he lowered his voice in order to tell her, but not to allow any interlopers to hear it - not to let the witch distract him from it. He feared the worse already - that someone might have already made their way up here and perhaps even planted a seed in the Coven Mother's mind - one to keep him away, perhaps to even accept them as her guests... if not something more.