Emberwood The die is cast.

She seemed to be responding as expected to teasing, coaxing a smirk onto Dovev's ashen lips. Her posture seemed rooted and stiff, all four paws evenly spaced from each other and her tail twined into the air. She turned to face him as she spoke, and finally they were eye to eye. The smile on his lips was even more complacent as he responded.

Maybe there isn't anything nice to look at.

Yes, there was no doubt she was some relative to him, and all he needed was a name to confirm it. Damn haughty Romans. Dovev could see her skin visibly roiling with tension under her pelt, and he knew he was on the right track. The female was young but full of energy, and she would put up an interesting response to provocation.