Shimmering Sands Ballroom blitz

 
The girl spun around suddenly and barked to him, tacking on a word - creep - which caused a frown to crinkle the ink on his muzzle. Furrowing his brow, he watched as she twirled a bit and swayed her hips from side to side. A curious glint touched the mahogany in his eyes and a ghost of a smirk creased his leathery lips.  
 
She was cute. Outgoing – he noted with a flick of his tail upward. Perhaps she would do well within the ranks of the Blackrock wolves. The thought of recruiting adults was still a touchy subject for the swarthy brute, but he was intrigued by the female before him.  
 
"What is your name," he requested in a cracking baritone.