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Kynareth’s on patrol and the scent that graces his wet, leathery nose makes him truly smile. It’s been too long since the tangled with the long legged beauty that is Zsuzsa. Her dark form, even when it was slightly emaciated, still garnered his attraction to her. 

To he follows it. And follows it. And follows it, until finally, he finds exactly who he’s looking for. Shamelessly, he whistles to her, a stereotypical noise that would let her know that he obviously finds her attractive, and trots up to her. His sweet, charming smile on his handsome maw and his shining golden eyes look into her own as he comes to hemp shoulders with her playfully.

“Evening, darling. It’s been much too long since you’ve graced me with your presence.” He says back matter-of-factly, a lightly heating tone in his voice even though he’s serious.