Arrow Lake she's into superstitions

He doesn’t recognize the word of endearment she throws back at him. Knowing she calls him something, but what exactly? He doesn’t know. At her request he steps back to give her space to jump without error. Her movements are smooth and graceful, careful in her movements and it’s obvious she cares deeply about her physical appearance. Perhaps he’d like to see it more disheveled sometime. 

Then her velvety voice meets his ears with her own teasing reply. Her eyes soft as she looks up to him and her face is oh so sweet. Cute even. So he stands, tall and confident before her and his handsome face contorts into a sly, charming smile. “Perhaps I’d take you up in that offer.” Then he gets his mind out of the gutter. “Yes, my mother is my dog half. Though my father was a pure wolf, he had many dog followers. Wasn’t bothered by them.”