Shadewood Despicable you [m]

Mawk grinned as the she-wolf laugh, the sound making him pause for a moment. Her laugh was a beautiful one, and he remained silent for a moment. The woman curled back her lips as the wolfdog turned but her face softened fairly quick, and instead she spoke - the words did not seem to be completely directed to him, but it made him think.

What spell have you put on me?

Mawk sniffed, shuffling a little closer to take in more of her intoxicating heat-scent. He tilted his head and felt his playful side coming out again, as it usually did. "Guess it's ma' super-good looks," He murmered, a grin still planted on his muzzle. "I mean, who could resis' this?"