His eyes, a green to mirror hers if not for the yellow tint, followed her movements, noting her continued caution. Good, he wouldn’t want this to be too easy. She seemed refrained in her emotions, something that piqued his curiosity. The others he had met, even the hostile ones, had all at least been talkative, to the point of being verbose. This female, however, was extremely quiet. Her accent was unique, one he had not heard before.


“Elowen,” he repeated, his tone still just as flowing as before, “what a lovely name.”


Flattery was one of the things that came naturally to him. Being able to sweet talk his way out of trouble was what had kept him in his pack for the length of time that he was. Otherwise, they would have kicked him out as soon as he was old enough. Ah well, that was many miles from here and even further from his mind.


He shrugged as she asked him what he was doing here. He sat down, trying to alleviate her apparent anxiety, the movement as fluid as his speech patterns. After all, his plan didn’t involve attacking her. He just wanted to see if he could mess with her a bit. Of course, to do so he had to figure out a way to get some good ammunition to use against her.


“Just wandering I suppose,” he let his voice take on a wistful quality, his eyes looking out at the horizon. “I was forced to leave my family some time ago. I tire of being alone.”


He was careful to word his last sentence in a way that would seem to be a confession. Perhaps if this she-wolf took pity on him, he could find some way to play her. He turned his eyes back to her, taking in her appearance. She didn’t strike him as some great beauty, although she had a quaint charm to her grey coat. Perhaps flattery could help loosen her up.


“I find it odd that one as lovely as yourself would be wandering these lands unaccompanied,” he said softly. “Someone as beautiful as you usually attracts all kinds of admirers.”

LOKI
. male . four years . solid black . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .
Kerowyn