Cedar Sweep If it's true

Not me writing a long ass post and then accidentally restarting my phone and losing all of it. :’>

The Grandmaster sees the gears turning in that cute little head of hers and it has him smiling. She’s contemplating, he can see it. To trust or not to trust this strange, large, wolf-dog she only just met. She probably shouldn’t trust him. No she definitely shouldn’t. Yet, she’s lucky he’s feeling playful today, or else this conversation would probably be very different. 

So as he watches her, it seems she finally heeds his advice and loosens her body just a tad. She doesn’t get far with him before he already wants to laugh at her. The way she gets one word in and swallows nervously has him wanting to roll his eyes in good humor. Which he only doesn’t do just because he feels it might hurt the poor and woman’s feelings. She’s being a good sport anyhow, so he might take mercy on her. Might.

Then as she finally continues his ear perk forward and his eyes widen a fraction in pleasant surprise. Oh, how lucky of her. He releases a bark of laughter, deadly teeth gleaming as he does so. “I know her. She’s in my pack, sweetheart.” He hums easily, confidence obvious in his voice. If she isn’t aware that he is an alpha then his words should be enough to let her know. 

Then he can’t help but peer at her curiously. “Were you wanting to speak with her?” The brindled man asks then with a cock of a cream brow. “What’s the purpose of this search? Just an old friend?” His tone isn’t interrogating, it’s rather laid back. He genuinely wants to know, if anything to protect Arlette from danger if this shy, little woman is prowling on them on another packs orders. He doubts she is though. She doesn’t seem the type.