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She softened a bit at the male's shame, adding after a brief moment, "don't worry about it. just make sure you don't flirt with the wrong wolf." She smiled a bit at the latter, easily imagining Engel fleeing an angry man or woman with his tail between his legs after a bit of flirting struck the wrong chord with someone. Quite suddenly his expression changed, stupified expression almost comical. Her ears flicked forward in concern, gaze glinting in question. 

He listed his skills in a shaky voice, and she dipped her head, next words an attempt to bring back the easy boldness that had vanished moments before. "I've never met a bard before. What kind of poems do you do?"  She asked, though truly she'd rather know if he was a possible hunting partner or not, it was best to not simply ignore his other talent, that, while it did not sound particularly useful, might be interesting