Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

Lorcan's grin widened, glinting like a blade in the low light as he watched her settle back, suspicions apparent but curiosity prevailing. The scarred wolf took his time, his gaze roving over her strange, scrawny form with a slow, appraising intensity that felt like it peeled back layers.

As she reclined, he moved closer, the shift subtle, intimate, like he was letting her in on some secret only they shared. His stare was steady, playful even, the gleam of mischief in his eye suggesting he found her suspicion both amusing and enticing.

He moved a fraction closer, his presence pressing, almost intoxicating. Careful, little shadow, he added, voice a soft, dangerous tease. You never know what you might find when you follow someone like me.

A faint chuckle escaped him, as if the mere thought of her quest for “plants” amused him beyond measure. Though I must admit, a little danger never hurt anyone. It keeps life interesting, don’t you think?

He tipped his muzzle toward her, a wordless invitation wrapped in mystery. There was no need for promises or threats; the teasing glint in his eye hinted at danger and intrigue alike, leaving her to wonder just what she’d stumbled upon.