Silver Creek so i told him to run

flipping the conversation awkwardly was a specialty of iliksis' -- he was no stranger to diverting attention elsewhere. he found the more wolves paid attention to him, the quicker they saw him for what he really was. it was better then to keep the light away from his blackened personality.

he could not help the stab of satisfaction that flitted across his muzzle to see lilah shift uncomfortably. iliksis was sadistic through and through, and reveled in that brief whirl of discomfort he had caused. the traits she rattled off were all antithetical to iliksis' personality, but he kept his jaws closed -- she would find soon enough that the characteristics she sought existed in no singular man, ever.

rather abruptly, the woman excused herself. "sounds like your type is other women." iliksis observed, his words chasing after the woman's already fleeting backside.