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”We’d do more than protect, I’d love to slaughter any and all who came to try and kill you. It’d be an honor.”
 
His statement could be the declaration that would solidify it for her. It could have been his enticement to sway her, but it meant so much more to her. There was something about him that seemed sincere in his conviction beyond his magnetizing nature. There was also something about him that was a fresh concept: learning the ways of the wolfdog, fighting alongside a hybrid, becoming a part of something that actually provided a sense of security. He was willing to offer a chance with her and she would be willing to take that blind leap of faith herself. There was an instant gravitational pull she felt toward him. She could not put her paw on it but felt like this was the direction fate was guiding her next.
 
Who knew how far they wandered into the cave at this point, as Zsuzsa was briefly reminded of where they were traveling, seemingly into a space of infinity. The sting of her nail briefly recaptured her attention along with the pitch blankness of black. Something within told her she did not want to be left alone to herself with this cavern once they made their ways back out of the mountain. At his cheeky acknowledgment of luring her to his lands, her tail flicked as she retorted with her own reply. ”Actually, I might be willing to accept… if it includes a nice den with a welcome meal from a charming Akita.” Zsuzsa said with a honeyed tone. Her terms and conditions were simple.