The Path Is Not Clear

Jensen's lips cracked into a small grin as she got caught up in his eyes. It wasn't an unusual reaction, if he was being honest. It seemed many folks around the Teekon Wilds had never seen such a bizarre occurrence, oddly enough. "Oh, thanks! It's funny, most of my old pack had the same thing. It's called heterochromia. Guess we had some weird genes, huh?" he teased with a small laugh, head canting to the side. "Your eyes are mighty pretty too. Like stars, I'd say." They were pale much like his own, but he could tell there was a fire behind them. Eyes were the windows to the soul, after all.

She announced her rank and he instantly dropped his head to show respect, going so far as to do a suave little bow with his bent smile. "Forgive me, I did not know I was in the presence of royalty." It was obvious by the glint in his mismatched eyes he was putting on a flirty show, though the respect itself was sincere. The wolf straightened up then, rolling his shoulder in a circle to pop the stiffness from his bones. "What are you doing all the way out here by yourself? Hunting?" He was more concerned with why she had summoned him, but everything in due time.