Ankyra Sound And What if I Fly? (Trigger Warning)

A part dog. It's fascinating, tempting. If he didn't make her so uneasy she might be inclined to get to know him better, but without heat to cloud her already thin ability for judging character she feels the need to put distance between them. 
But each time she tries to pull away he closes the gap, pinned between the sea and his towering form. He proclaims himself a saint but the way he says it makes her heart beat nervously in her throat, the nape of her neck beginning to bristle. 
"I'm afraid I'm of the pagan variety myself. No need for saints here. I'm plenty busy with my family's gods." 
She sidesteps again, feeling his eyes take her in hungrily and she finds herself tucking her tail neatly, instinctively concealing her scent.