Moonspear Moodi / Cryin

Mirth flickered across his face—exactly the reaction he had expected from the she-wolf. No doubt she had assumed he would balk at her suggestiveness—put off by such a bold request and thus why he had coaxed her to begin such antics rather than instigate himself. He wasn’t one for making a lady feel uncomfortable and place unwanted attention.

So at his rumbling laugh, Argent side-stepped the ruddy woman, paws beginning to lead to the borders. At her comment of getting used to mornings, he surmised quietly she was within a role that simply did not see her out greeting the sunrise as he did. “So if you don’t get up at the crack of stupid like most of us, what is it you do that interests you?” He sought the borders and scouting—both ideal within the early morning hours, though could be argued any time of day would suit. His icy gaze swept over her momentarily, a cant of his muzzle given. “A stargazer into the late hours of the night?”