Love me tender

"That would be rather accommodating. I'm sure others would appreciate it."  As she spoke, she took in his appearance. He was an odd one on first impression.  His features held something non-wolfish about them and, when coupled with the teeth and unruly fur, lent an eerie air.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like you crawled out of a nightmare? And I mean that in the best way possible." If he didn't move away, she moved forward, catching his scent. Another loner. At least he wouldn't try to recruit her, she thought, remembering Pan affectionately. "You are one spooky bastard." Those fangs. Damn, they were fantastic.