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The way he looked at her was unusual for a first meeting, she found that most found their domesticated half to be something of shame. Not this man, he seemed to get a broader smile when he noticed that she was one of his kind, his eyes roaming over her in a rather obvious fashion but she would not comment on it. Let him look, perhaps it was rare for him to find one of his own kind or maybe he was simply happy to another with a tail curled so tightly over their back. It would seem he had a parent that did not shame or turn their teeth on him for being of a muttly heritage and for this her heart swelled, it was nice to find someone who did not call her such words but simply asked if she was a dog too.

Her smile warmed further, as if to melt any ice that might be within him. She had cataloged his name, Donovan, and then nodded as a response to his question before speak aloud. "That I am, deliciae" She used the same nickname he had given her but in another language, motioning to him to clear a place to land before she shook her fur once more. Once the man in question moved back she looked over the ground to not find any cracks or imperfections that might bring signs that this was a meeting of a bad omen, the dove jumped from one stone to another. This time her movements were of a graceful variety, something her mother taught her to be in the presence of company, landing her just a foot away from the other wolfdog.

"Biting is reserved for further interactions, never the first date." She gave him a sweet look before smoothly jumping into the next round of questions and answers. "So you say dog instead of mutt, I am assuming your mother was the dog?" She spoke softly, looking up at him. He was a beast of his breed, making her not so small frame feel like just that. Small.