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"You have that... quality," Merlin's reply was cryptic and rather than explaining further, what he had meant by it, he yawned, did a little stretch routine, shook his coat and then plopped down on is haunches again. At this point the girl, who had promptly introduced herself to him, had come to sit near him, giving the boy an opportunity to not only appraise her looks but get a good whiff of her too. She smelled nice - most girls did, but then you cannot say that a person is very picky after he has lived with a bunch of devil-may-care bachelor wolves, to whom personal hygiene had been way down on the priority list. 

"Name's Merlin," he replied and smiled at her.  "So, now that you've found me, whatcha wanna do?" he asked, genuinely curious.