Hoshor Plains stick your fingers up your partner's nose

She was a timid creature. Those of her character were rare on his old shores; they did not last long. The fangs of those bolder and more aggressive were not kind. She would have been seen as a mere opportunity. He, too, would have looked at her as such if he was as hungered as he had once been. But his gut was not so starved these days, and he was inclined more toward devilry than savagery.

He regarded her with a quirked brow as she stuttered as she attempted to make small talk. "Aye," he agreed as his eyes focused on hers and he stepped toward her, his nose reaching for her scent as he extended his muzzle. He did not know to whom she belonged, but the mixed odors of her coat spoke of her allegiance. "Shouldn't you be with your pack?" He inquired, as he carefully monitored his periphery without alleviating her of his unwavering stare.