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When first he saw her, she almost took his breath away. Back home, all other females besides those of his bloodline had worn pelts of sand, greys and browns. Earthy hues, so better to camouflage against their desert surroundings. Paarthurnax had held some bright white much like their mother, but she was a sibling and he had played a huge part in her up-bringing, so it would be creepy to consider her as anything other than a little sister. Pale women were few and far between on his travels, and he'd been far to preoccupied to give them much thought.

But this she-wolf was not of his surname, and she was hot. The females of Samarkand had been strictly off-limits to all guards, and so Viin had never paid them much attention. He was pleasant to them, but refrained from spending any lengthened time in their company; he wasn't lustful, but he was no eunuch either. His first intimate encounter had been one that could have gotten him killed if it had been discovered, and he'd learned from it. This was a new pack however, with different laws, and he wondered if this one might be worth courting some day.

And so, he approached the alabaster beauty with a long, proud stride. He held his head and tail high, a sign of dominance as well as a display of his strength; he revealed to her his powerful physique, and he studied her own desirable frame with fierce champagne eyes as he eased to a halt nearby. He offered her a low, friendly rumble and a sweep of his arched plume. "Haven't seen you around before," Viinturuth said, a corner of his mouth twitching upward in a lop-sided smile. "But you're by far the prettiest face in this whole pack."