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While waiting for her to finish speaking, the man noticed something he'd missed first time around - her eyes were fascinating; a blend of soft brown, like the cosy feathers on a robin's back, fading into a pale blue not disimilar in hue to that of the sky on a warm summer's day. He'd known that it was possible for wolves' eyes to hold more than one colour, but he'd never seen it himself before, and it was enchanting. Mawk shook himself, ears cupping forward as the girl finished - oh, his tail?

It had been a point of interest in conversations in the past, too, and he found himself wiggling it slightly in display, a smile playing on his lips; it was often the easiest way to gain someones interest, and he was glad she didn't seem to find it uncomfortable to look at, like some had before. "I'm a wolfdog," he explained, "mostly wolf, but I have a bit of dog blood in me, too - my mother also had a curled tail."