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the wolf's gold-crowned head lifted from her rumination, and focused on iliksis with what he believed might have been a passing yet scrutinizing glance. he stopped; the leaves rustled about him, and the storm moved ominously forward.

he had already seen enough of the brass-hued she-wolf to know he liked her type; she seemed woven by some limber handwork, with soft honey eyes that he did not believe for a second were naive. drawn to her leggish physique, iliksis curbed the hunger that grew not in his belly, but elsewhere.

"not looking for anything. you are, though." the answer came with a twinge of bemusement; if he could present himself as disarming, perhaps he could get the better of her and take her down before she had much a chance to contest his advances.