Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

Arturo's head canted ever so slightly to the side, unfazed by the slight lift of the male's lips as the other's gaze took him in. It was a look that Arturo knew well and had been subjected to for his life. Some wolves did not care and others did. As if he had any control over whose seed his mother had allowed to root in her womb. He was no longer the small child so easily bothered by what others thought of his mixed parentage. His species as "coywolf" did not define him. Did not make him. Perhaps it had molded him, encouraged him to become what he was today: Caennasach. The Sovereign. It was clear that he would need to work on claiming it, first at it's open borders and then at the borders protected by the sentinel spires. Only, however, after he dealt with this ...whatever exactly it was he had stumbled in upon. “I admire straight-forwardness,” The gangster responded to the woman's words that called out in the distance between them.

She made a proposition at first Arturo thought to the male she had bitten the rump of, only to extend it to the gangster who regarded her with an subtle albeit amused glint to his fiery eyes. “I will not turn down an offer of a coordinated hunt,” The Ceannasach responded, fixating his gaze upon her for a few moments before it flickered to the male and rested with the both of them in his view. “But how about applying those propositions to something bigger?” It sounded like she had a head for business and immediately Arturo was intrigued. He addressed the both of them as he spoke, awaiting for further inquiry or disinterest from either party. He would not freely offer information if neither was willing, after all. He had some semblance of secrecy to maintain.