Noctisardor Bypass riskieron

Doesn't need to be a guardian if he's cute, Sequoia said. At least that meant they had different taste in men, which meant that they wouldn't be at odds with each other in that department. As far as Sequoia was concerned, they were still neutral acquaintances.

Another wolf appeared, this one even prettier than the first, and Sequoia paid him plenty of attention. He was more formal, although she had to hold back a smile when the first wolf tried to mimic his dainty pack mate. "Tried" being the key word there, since he really didn't appear to be threatening in the least. Neither of them did, really. Mahler was, as far as Sequoia could tell, a whole lot more experienced than these two.

Not only that, but Mahler was quick to give them an ultimatum: join or frick off. Sequoia liked that, especially if it meant there was a chance she could snap up the goofy one.

Then again, the goofy one did just imply that Sequoia and Praim were Mahler's "catches," which squicked her out a bit. Mahler was like, an old. And he certainly wasn't interested in her. But the goofy one had called them catches, so maybe he was just trying to squeeze in a compliment. Yeah, that was it.

Another (way too talkative, in Seq's opinion) wolf arrived, spouting this and that about Mahler being a liar, talking about how he'd stolen somebody or something. Sequoia's tail lashed, and she braced herself for Mahler's command, however soon it might come.