The Sentinels fallen trees and dwelling dreams

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Two satin white ears swiveled at the voice of a woman, cursing at something he wouldn't be able to know. His body stayed still, unmoving until a more tantalizing tone tinged in his ear. Finally, she caught his attention and he lowered his gaze from the open void and locked on to the she-wolf. Her scent waded into his nose like perfume. Most wolves might look her over unsubtly, but any hint of enticement was hidden behind the stoic expression of a statue. Despite his impassive countenance, the barren city of his mind was lit anew with bright lights and signals; from a ghost town to Las Vegas. Truly, any woman's presence seemed to give him more energy, but one with such allure spiked it tremendously. 

"Hello," he said plainly. Before he was able to behold her figure like a man might the Eiffel Tower another joined the duo. This one was less alluring than the first newcomer, mostly because of the confusion that followed his presentation. He spoke what was gibberish to the boy, but he assumed it to be some other language. However, that didn't keep him from a little quip.

"Are you having a stroke?"