Blacktail Deer Plateau sweet talker

He relented and moved away, leaving Indie to let out a hot breath. He was a hard one to figure out, for his exterior was so hardened and potent that Indie found it almost impossible to peer through his veil and glimpse at what lay underneath. Indie only had to know this man for several [interminable] moments to recognize his dizzying dichotomy — but she could not identify the man’s point-of-view or intentions as she could with most others. Other wolves were predictable, but he was not; evinced but his sudden rush upon when when her, his immediate talk of fear, how he inquired as to her purpose but didn’t truly care. Never before had Indie been talked to in such a way [not even by the pedagogue Donovan] and the uncertainty of the situation and unknowingness of his next moves unsettled her the slightest bit.

But Indie rather liked excitement and improvisation and she felt her soul flicker, reflected in the flash of her molten gaze — but her unmoving body remained planted where it stood. Afterall, she too was a creature of the night and would always entertain wolves with similar interests. “I was looking for something,” she purred, lifting her head to match his own stance.