Sunspire Mountains Looking Down

Murdock sensed that she was getting comfortable with the conversation, and so, decided to Mix things up a bit. He was all for conversation, but the male was also curious to see how far Pema was willing to take this game of theirs. Part of him thought she ought to know better than to flirt with strange, older men, but Murdock supposed it could be a fluke. He was harmless, after all, and most wolves realized that before too long.

"What others, angel?" he asked, standing up and moving and crowding a bit closer to her. He darted forward to steal a daring kiss on the cheek. "Seems to me that we're the only ones around." Many long years of such games assured that his voice was smooth as honey, and low like the rumbling of a distant storm. "So you can call me whatever you like... but if you're one for formalities - the name's Murdock. Mur, if you'd rather."