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@Starlet
Crescendo was exploring the borders, but stopped to gaze at his reflection in a small puddle. The scars only added to his beauty, he noted. His ego was inflated after the battle, in which his awesome pack had won, naturally. Crescendo found his thoughts being turned to his new obsession as of late, faes, and often followed some of the ones he admired, watching them hunt, sleep, and wander. He had not yet found his perfect fae, but kept looking. She would be elegant, beautiful, and his. He licked his chops at the thought, lust awakening his senses. He shook his head. He would first have to find his beauty. Such thoughts would come later.
As if spirited by a sixth sense the she-wolf arrived upon the borders of a packland, where she quickly caught wind of a tantalizing scent- that of a virulent male wolf.

She put on her most lovely gait and sweetest face, and sauntered quietly towards the target. When she arrived her breath became trapped in her chest, and she froze, doe-eyed. Starlet's heart let out a nasty pang as she stared at the twin of her lost lover. After the tense inner-moment subsided she melted to her knees in a deeply submissive post and spoke in her most flattering tone, "You... magnificent beast. Please grace my soul with your name. I am Starlet, lady loner of this forsaken winter landscape." With sparkling eyes she peered upon his battle-scarred, toughened body and felt a quake deep within.
Crescendo gazed coolly at the fae, though inside he was elated. It seemed as if the fae of his dreams had simply sprung from his thoughts. She lay at his feet in a submissive posture, beautiful and...perfect. Crescendo spoke, a low rumble. "You may rise, Starlet, Lady Loner. I, am Crescendo, of the noble pack Blackfeather Woods." His tail was raised high, his ears shoved forward in quiet, stiff authority. "I most say, Starlet, it is an honor to meet one of such beauty and elegance." Silver eyes, cold as stars, looked up and down her body. His paws moved soundlessly over the cold earth, and he was beside her. Moving his muzzle close to her pretty ear, he whispered. "Such beauty, must be treasured." He let his muzzle touch her cheek ever so lightly before turning and moving a little away from her once more. His cold eyes remained fixed on her, evaluating, watching.