The ivory-gray knight glanced heavily at the femora before him. He could feel that she felt his wariness, so he let his muscles relax. Slightly. Not in a million years was he going to let his guard down, unless this girl proved to the male that she meant absolutely no harm, inside or out. A sigh escaped the femme's dusty lips, and the words that fell from her maw surprised Scythe. Was he really not the only one that didn't trust this "family" of his? Or was the ess just playing with his prejudices, making him think that she was on his side. No. he couldn't believe this fae... but as her lyrics struck the open air deeply, and obviously quite seriously, the boy's guards dropped like flies in an acid labratory. She had gotten past his defenses; what more was she capable of?

It wasn't long before the vixen dropped more words from her jugular, accusing Scythe of being embarrassed to have fun in his own territory. He felt like Niccolò Machiavelli, always so intent on his work, and nothing else. But as Rainwhisper let loose more words of astonishment, Scythe finally made up his mind. Just as she began shaking her head and rolling her eyes, Scythe lunged playfully at the girl, hoping to topple on top of her. As they tumbled to the ground, he barked joyously.

Of course not. What do you think I am? Some sort of hypocrit or whatever? Pfffft. He didn't know what a hypocrit was... Scythe nipped at the girl's ear, then got up again and shook his coat of all the dust and grit that his pelt collected during the tumble. Very proudly, he remarked, "I. am Scythe. I am the master of strategic thinking, and, as you might possibly tell from the way I just tackled you, he didn't really care whether or not she was able to shrug him off a little bit, I win. Now, show me what you've got. Go on, punce at me. He let a playful smile tug at his lips as he waited for the ess to lunge. He thought he could easily take her on in a tackle-match. She was much smaller than him, and her frame didn't show much muscle. But... you never know, some wolves are much stronger than their appearance reveals.

Brute - Adult - Bright Moon - Mateless - No Children