The Sentinels but i know you too well

the invite that had slipped from rannveig's lips, easy as could be, was just as easily -- albiet politely -- deferred. rannveig had learned a long time ago a half-yes was a no -- many a lady had spurned his advances with curled smiles, promising they would think on it. in rannveig's opinion they must have known within seconds they had little intention of mingling with him, but had spared him the humilation of a crushing rejection.

his gaze flickered to dalia, who had nodded alongside him and offered her own brief quip: sweet, dalia with the assist -- except, no goal today as far as rannveig could tell.

he was a gregariously indeflatable wolf for the most part, so he failed to take govinda's lack of a serious answer personally: he felt the male was sincere, at least -- and that counted for something.

"oh, a couple -- me, two other brothers --" he bent in close and felt the need to explain --"not as handsome or as likeable as me of course, and two sisters. both total babes, if that's your thing--" (were they, though? objectively they were as attractive as any wolf, but rannveig knew that neither were easy on the men that clamored for their attention) "and dalia, of course. so... six, if i can count right, which i probably can't."