Porcupine Ridge all you have is your fire

"well enough," he conceded to the peach-cream godiva. "for now." his eyes flashed bemusedly, and he slid forward into a sphinx position, closing the distance between them without seeming to crowd her space or exert himself too forwardly. he crossed his forelegs, looking quite astute as he continued to observe her every move with the scrutiny of a hawk. conversation was not his strong suit, and he was quickly growing restless despite his relaxed demeanor, but he was willing to give pause this night for a chance to earn the trust of this fox-faced demoiselle.

stigmata lifted his chin upon completing his up-close appraisal and finding no physical detriments about her to speak of, and he rumbled: "beyond this long night, i cannot be sure how tolerable i may find you." she could very well be the lazy sort - relying on her looks to achieve the things she wanted. stigmata wanted no part in that. he preferred a hard-working mien any day, regardless of actual output, and any wolf he chose to stand with would need to be as dedicated to serving an entire pack as he was. he expected nothing less of his packmates; even moreso of a queen.

"i would ask you to prove yourself, but then i would be characterizing your level of interest in me, and i try not to presume such things."