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Arrakis, despite his initial uncertainty, drank deep the attention she bestowed to his eager eyes and ears. Following Kayi's rejection and his resulting departure of his homeland, he'd sought comfort in the company of other she-wolves on several occasions. They meant nothing to him, and his encounters with his conquests rarely lasted beyond a new morning, but they helped for a time - a temporary release from his woes. At least, until he roused before dawn broke when he'd unfurl himself from the embrace to slip away and begin his walk of shame.

It was not what he wanted, and most of the time he felt guilty of taking advantage of them. He used them as a distraction, a salve for his wounded pride, a reminder that he was desirable to someone. Foolishly, he was rapidly being lured to believe that he was seriously hot stuff by his newest companion; he promptly decided that if he was successful in trying his luck with her, she would be no different to those prevous.

"Arrakis," he responded, stepping in closer to reach out and touch his nose gingerly to the wolfess' ashen throat so he could test her scent. Content that she was no pack wolf, he purred encouragingly, "And what am I to call you?"