Cerulean Cape fingers in your mouth

Vercingetorix wasn't really one to--pardon the pun--wolf whistle. There was no subtlety to it, and while the brute wasn't exactly the model of subtlety, he still had enough presence of mind to avoid certain things. You know, like wolf whistling.

But damn if this girl didn't make him think twice about it.

Wow, she was stunning. Long legs, golden fur, sharp eyes. He hung back for a while, just staring at her. He hadn't meant to come this far down the coast; now, he didn't regret it for a second. Looks like his impulse decision had turned out good. Because honestly, even if she rebuffed him, he still had been given the pleasure of looking at her. That was a day-maker in itself.

Verx began to trot toward her, gait best described as a "swagger," mouth wide in a grin. Hey, girl, he called out. That's a fine sunset, isn't it? Not as fine as you, but you know, whatevssss, he thought.