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Though met with caution, as to be expected, Vigilante found the male more receptive to his presence than the grotto-wolves from before. He attributed this softening to a distance from the coast— from the wolf's support system— but the lone bandit knew immediately that he would not lose this opening to his own bravado; an idea that begot the scheme of gentler courtship.

For the barest of seconds their eyes meet: champagne and lavender. Upon finding no hostility neither on his face or in his body language, Vigilante ducked his head and padded forward. Seeking physical contact and encouraging a sense of friendliness— without the thought of exposing his own throat or underside— he intended to meet the male with a well-meaning headbutt on his broad, pewter-black shoulder.

*fawns over* You're amazing <3 Thank you!