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he turned, and she halted the steady beat of her footsteps. the sun enveloped him in an ethereal glow, one that left her squinting until clouds drifted to cover the light. he was well formed, muscles sculpted to tell stories while scars danced to them.

his voice rang out, and she tipped her chin in interest to his question. "i'm fine, now that i have something nice to look at," she answered with a captivated sweep over his figure once more.

a breath was held as her tail gave an amused swish, and she considered for a moment on where the stranger might have come from. his coat held no significant scents, no purpose other than that of the typical vagabond. she momentarily wondered if he had brothers, and if so, hoped they might be as stunning as he.

"do you have a wife?" she asked with boldened curiosity?