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As expected, he hardly saw her before he spoke. Though as she stands he realizes that she too is just so fucking tall. He’s impressed truly. For he is quite the beast, so finding others — Nyra for example — that are just as y’all or taller then him. He’s not used to it. So his brows raise the slightest bit when she comes to her full height. Then just as fast he’s smiling at her comment about his tail.

His smile curls pleasantly as his own golden orbs meet her twin moons. “I’m part dog — akita specifically.” He hums to her easily. “You’re tall for a female wolf,” He hopes she doesn’t take it the wrong way. “it’s a pleasant change. Quite beautiful actually.” He offers experimentally with a quaint, charming smile. 

Her long, stilt like legs are quite a spectacle, he can’t quite help swiping his hues over her form once more. Making his attraction to her a bit more obvious. A quick motion that he hopes she doesn’t catch, and if she does, hopefully she doesn’t skin him afterwards.