Dawnlark Plains a bird in the hand is worth a lotte in the bush

The birds were mostly forgotten as the dark wolf first took him in and then settled down beside him. His eyes flicked toward the birds as she pointed, but he saw only a vague blur of black before turning his attention back to her.

Perhaps his luck with Amber had gotten to his head. He'd certainly been more willing to put himself out there since meeting her. If someone had been charmed by him once, it was likely to happen again, right?

Still, even Grayday was beginning to think he was pushing his luck as he offered Lotte his most rougish grin. "That's me - lowly omega," he intoned, solemn voice at odds with his wild-eyed expression. "If we're too loud they'll hear us, and they'll want you all to themselves," he went on, voice hushed and throaty as he spoke directly into her small, pointed ear. "Can't help themselves - like pretty things too much."

And yeah, he definitely had a type, now - but Lotte was kind of extraordianary in her own right. Maybe it was her smoky eyes or the alluring puff of her fur, or maybe Day just liked a woman with a sense of humor. Didn't matter - whatever it was, he liked it. Liked her.