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The man watches her with care — suspicion even. That’s okay, Pandora would hardly trust a woman like herself either, but she digresses. She likes to play with men — it’s her favorite past time. Plus, there’s no denying she’s beautiful, she knows she is. Of course, she may not be some wolves cup of tea, but everyone has their type. 

Still, she would at least get a name out of the cautious man — Pier, he says. She likes it. It sound foreign to her, but then again a lot of things and wolves here in the Teekon sound foreign to Pandora. 

It’s then he asks for her own name and she breathes out a soft laugh as she moves closer to him. She would attempt in circling around him, if he allowed her such freedom. Her soft paws step casually, she seems like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

“This one’s called Pandora.” She answers softly from behind him.

Only she comes up near his right shoulder and would also attempt to brush her long, full tail under his chin when she passes by him. Looking over her shoulder with a teasing swirl to her eyes. Eventually she’d turn to meet him head on and tilt her head once more.

“Pier,” She calls, experimenting his name on her tongue. “and you just wander? No home yet?” Comes her softly questioning tone.