Hideaway Strath I am nothing and so are you

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Watching the young slyph tread around him with an almost panther-like slink was entertaining for the Sahira. It was an attempt to make him feel cornered or enticed, he surmised. The young king knew entrapment however, and this was not it. The recognition in her mind was what he felt in his heart. Showing his deck of cards early with the fellow dark wolf, he asked, “Wouldn’t happen to be of the same bloodline, would you? I’m a Sahirian.” He didn’t feel bad vibes with this chick, but he felt much more open to being attracted to her considering she wasn’t his sibling.