Emberwood The die is cast.

Although she was beginning to grow frustrated, the white male was happily grinning away. And she turned, trying to snip their conversation short with some Roman words.

So I was right.

Dovev's pale gray eyes trained on her face, their ends crinkling as his lips twisted in his smile. With narrowed pools, the male visibly bristled with glee. He looked like a fox who had just slammed through a foot of snow to find a vole hidden beneath. The little gladiator female had loosened her tense posture and was playing into his embracing smile, although wariness wavered between them. Dovev would do his charmingly best to keep her from walking away, but something told the tundra male she was just as eager to open her jaws and find purchase on his body.

And no, I'm not done. Are you looking for your Roman family? the brute spoke, taking a step towards her with perked ears. I might have a message for them... His voice drifted off as his lips pursed thoughtfully. Lifting his head away from his gaze, the Creek wolf let his mind drift over the tundra. ...You could be like- what do you call him? Your messenger god?