Her lips twist toward a soft pout, usually something so unattractive on a female but on her, it looks irresistible. When I lean toward her paw, she holds it up. Her pad has a slight pink tint but overall it looks like it's healed. Even so, the thought of her paws bleeding makes my chest tighten with worry. She tells me that she's fine. I can tell that she cares about me. It only makes me wish I could remember more.
She smiles, trying to reassure me but all I can think about is how she shouldn't have been out hunting me. Were you searching for me alone? I frown at the thought of her by herself. She could have been hurt worse, attacked or something. You never know what's going to happen in the free lands. Pack wolves are usually more at risk than other rogues. She waits for a reaction but gets none and I can see the disappointment flare in her eyes before it dies down. She seems to be trying to gauge something from the scent on my coat, perhaps making sure she didn't make a mistake on my identity. I do know my name. She knows me, I just don't remember how.
I watch the corner of her lips crinkle into a smile at my reply before she lets a high pitched girlish giggle fill the echoes of the cave. Giggles are so frilly and overrated but from her it makes it sound like an invitation to something pleasurable...or deadly, take your pick. Perhaps a taste of both. I'm not picky. She whispers back and I find my own lips tuckin back into a smirk, eyes glinting at the thought of other wolves fearing me. Like any predator, I feed on fear. She leans further into my neck and I find myself gaining comfort from the gesture. I'm not a lovey dovey kind of guy. I have to truly care for you to cuddle but I can't bring myself to pull away from her. She just seems so fragile and dangerous all at the same time.
Finally she pulls back and steps away to look at me. She smirks, a delicious expression, then she makes a reassurance that she's going to help me find my memories. She asks where I'm staying. A lone ear flicks back at the mention of others wanting me dead. Really? I made that many enemies? Huh. I hope I get to meet some soon. I do look forward to challenges, especially those ending in bloodshed. I meet her gaze evenly. I look forward to that, Sookie. I'm staying in Andere Siete at the moment. Maybe I'll have you point out a few of these wolves sometime...
My eyes get a deadly gleam in them, something along the lines the corpse at my feet might have saw right before I attacked. So what about you? Where are you staying? Surely the same wolves would want my second dead as well. I tilt my head some, ears pricking to hear her answer. I'm sure Cade wouldn't mind taking in a friend of mine as well. From the looks of the wolves who've been coming to her borders, I'd say Sookie is a definite improvement on the landscape...especially the view.
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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