Ghost Lion Crag wilting lotus

It worked. She turned to face him. Her eyes, of a similar blue to his own, came to meet his. This did not bother him as it might another wolf, and he gazed back nonchalantly, holding the silence between them, and wrongfully expecting that after checking him out a moment she'd say something. She did not. Rexxar leaned forward, turning his cheek toward her a degree as he said, "this is the part where you say hello," paired with a wink.