Cassiopeia's View back in black

She stopped much too short of his lounging body and Grimsley smirked a little to himself. She was going to make him get up, wasn't she? Such work and he couldn't even see her all that well, yet. But Grimsley could tell from the way she moved and the way she carried herself - she was beautiful. That or she was dripping with unearned confidence and sensuality - which was, honestly, its own kind of interesting.

Rolling his weight forward, he picked himself up on all four feet easily. He was young and spry and well built - a hundred lifetimes of pedigree had ensured that. He padded over to her at an easy, smooth pace. His gait was all breeding, too - he was born to be the large, dark, handsome guy that he was. It wasn't his fault, surely. 

"One and the same?" He cocked his head a bit, stopping a respectful distance from the she-wolf - and yes, she was quite pretty. "You and the night...or you and I?"