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There was no doubt a hint of allurement that Zsuzsa felt toward Kynareth, although she couldn’t exactly explain what it was. Perhaps because of her life leading up to coming into the Wilds, the Mackenzie dealt with stony-hearted individuals that were void of any passion in their lives. She would learn in the coming winter how sadistic Kynareth could be, but that didn’t go without saying he also had a fiery zeal for life. He balanced it well, and it was something Zsuzsa never saw in another wolf (or canine) for that matter before.
 
Kynareth mentions the prospect of a date. Her silver gaze adverts up as if giving some thought to this proposition. Her tail sways behind her once more. ”A date then…” Zsuzsa remarks in a ruminating tone. ”I don’t know. Usually not that easy with me. May have to fight me to go.” She shrugs again, her smirk still present. Zsuzsa never really went on an official “date” at any point in her life and if it tried to happen, she often displayed disfavor toward it. Something told her though Kynareth may actually take her up on that offer.