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Truthfully, he was a little bewildered as to why the pallid female did not turn to him with batting eyelashes following his charming little comment regarding her beauty. He was so used to winning over the females in Samarkand by simply ignoring them, yet he was practically throwing himself at this one's feet and getting minimal response. Instead she offered him a knowing smile and continued on her way, slinking through the trees to make further marks upon their territory.

She had said something to him before in a language not known to him, and although Viin was unable to understand her words they simply captivated him further. He drank deep the sight of her sleek frame as she trotted before him, her feathery tail swaying at her slender hocks as she moved with such elegance. He purled softly, easing to a halt beside her as she paused to test the scents on the snow. "I might be," he teased with a mischievous grin. It took two to tango, and he embraced the opportunity to play her at her own game. "My name is Viinturuth."