Porcupine Ridge all you have is your fire

more than her looks, she was wicked smart and quicker still - a hale and enthralling vixen that stigmata would find himself disappointed to be without. "i beg your pardon. that was my vanity speaking," he mused, unable to help the reflexive way his body turned after her as she moved away - intuitively against the act of adding distance between them. "you see, to be completely honest, i believe myself to be such an exceptional wolf that i often see entertaining the company of others as something i must... tolerate."

he cared not how this made him look, nor about the fact that it was a damning exaggeration, but he wasn't going to pretend he worried about the same things other wolves worried about. too many focused on feelings and not on the end game; he wouldn't be caught in all the drama, not when the sandraudiga name was at stake. so what if he was a giant dick - he was a giant dick that would make superb, giant dick babies. wasn't that all that mattered?

"and as full of myself as i am, you can imagine the company i keep must be commendable to afford my attention, no matter how tolerating one must be to them," the wraith proclaimed, holding back a barely perceptible quiver as he waited coyly to see if her reception of him would change.