Bramblepoint the beat of the song

She turned, and his breath caught in his throat. Who exactly was this, that she could put such a spell on him so easily? His own smile was more brazen as he stepped closer, he would overstep no bounds but he would not stop if he sensed none.

Fate. A soft laugh came emanated from his chest, not mocking but gentle. How funny that she'd choose that word. Any other day it might have caused the man to want to fight the pull, but maybe she was right. Maybe it was fate after all. If it was his fate to meet her here today, he found that he didn't mind at all right now.

He stepped past her closely enough that his fur could all but brush against hers, mingling in that perfume, and circled to face her once more. She could walk on the way she was headed if she wished, but as he found her gaze, he spoke his case. "Then why not stay?"