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Jakoul’s scent was becoming noticeable—and thus, Akavir was keen on drifting further from her. Been there, done that, and all of that fun stuff. For now, he ignored whether or not she planned on tending to her needs—and how, to be more specific, knowing full well if a rogue tried to traipse across the borders he was looking to claim as his, there would be a punishment to the trespasser.


So when her crooning, lonley note beckoned to him, the man shifted, muzzle swinging back to take in the wisp-ish she-wolf. Assessing her carefully—stoically—Akavir was not the imag eof a doting suitor, as much as he perhaps should be.

But he knew the situation would need to be tended tot in some manner—it was simply a pity that the season was upon them and they weren’t even established fully with rankings. “Jakoul,” he offered, hoping his tone came across warmer then perhaps his body language.