Ouroboros Spine team rocket

the woman assured him, drawing closer with an elegant grace, and her silver eyes -- which reminded him of Aria -- met his own. she was pretty, and so Casmir preened a bit beneath Rowan's dulcet tones. never mind he had a mate and kids at home -- the rogue was a bonafide flirt, and made a leg of it to the pale woman, dipping his muzzle in a bow.

"Casmir Mayfair," he rejoined, taking in her scent. Donnelaith. he hadn't expected that, but went with it all the same. "i see you're from my former neck of the woods. my old man used to run the place, before ... he passed," Cas faltered, falling silent.

he didn't quite know why he was pouring it all out to a perfect stranger, and so snapped his mouth shut. there was a milky scent beneath her own aroma and he knew it to be puppies, for Saena had worn this scent when he met her. but he held his tongue; Cas'd said enough.