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The stranger moved with a confidence Samir found delectable, even amusing. He could appreciate boldness when it was done well.

When the wolf spoke, dramatic and playful, Samir allowed a faint smirk to tug at his lips. “I’ll do my best not to kill you,” he replied, vox cool and sly. “Though I can’t promise you’ll leave unscathed.” His tone hinted at teasing, though his golden eyes gleamed with quiet confidence. As Arslan circled, Samir made to watch his every movement, gawking with the eyes of a golden predator.

The offer to choose a name was unexpected, but Samir didn’t falter. Instead, his ears flicked forward, curiosity sparking in his expression. “Anything? That’s a dangerous game, nefer.” His smirk widened immensely then. “But if you insist, it seems I've already indulged you. Nefer. A handsome name for a handsome face.”

Samir took a single step forward, his movements unhurried, the slight tilt of his head betraying his growing interest. “Now, It's only fair I return the favor.” he said, his voice softening, though no less intent, “what will you call me?”

He lingered there, his gaze steady, letting the question settle in the air. He didn’t press, content to let the other speak. The night was young, after all, and Samir had all the patience of a wolf accustomed to getting what he wanted, one way or another.