Nova Peak Pärry

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He blatantly ignores the woman who flanks him, all of his attention focused upon the pale she-wolf. Her tail arcs, like a scythe made of moonlight, and the sight makes his heart beat faster. The indoctrination floods him, somewhat against his will, as he admires not just the lack of pigment but her prowess too. Her demeanor declares the obvious: she is superior.

He restrains himself, making no move toward her though he desperately wants to close the distance. Rather, Vermouth bows his dark head and lowers his tail. His eyes don’t drop, still fixed on her cross the space as he croons a note meant to placate her. If that doesn’t suffice, he will happily lower himself, though he would prefer to do it right at her pretty white feet.