Dimas had slowed his pace slightly when he saw her move as if bracing to attack or be attacked. Even in his almost-trance, he could catch her scent on the wind. It was…not particularly pleasant. It was the only unpleasant thing about her, though. The way her coat shifts gently from black to grey to gold is mesmerizing to him. He supposed his might be somewhat similar, but the transition from white to grey that he had was far less dramatic than hers. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her, that he was sure of.


Dimas relaxes slightly after he speaks. He hadn’t even noticed how tense he had been. It helped that she didn’t look quite like she was about to attack him now though. She looked almost confused. Was it really so rare for people to want to talk to her? Dimas couldn’t imagine why not.


As the silence lengthens, Dimas shifts his weight uneasily. Did he do something wrong already? Of course he was, he had just ignored a group of other wolves to seek this one female out, who was obviously trying to avoid being seen. She must think him a freak, that he meant her harm. No wonder she had been so on edge when he had walked over! She was going to tell him to go away, he was sure of it.


While his panicked thoughts whirled, his posture slowly slumped, his body sinking slowly down. While it was similar to the position the female had taken at his approach, his was one of submission rather than aggression.


He froze when she spoke, slowly rising upward again, just as unconsciously as he had sunk. He blinked at her. “My…eyes? Of course you can. They’re right here. I mean, unless you can’t see, but you have to be able to see, you watched me come over here. Unless you could hear me coming and that was how you knew–“


He snapped his jaw shut, aware that he had been rambling. He swallowed, trying to collect himself. He stood still, allowing her to come closer if that was what she wanted. He held eye contact with her. The closer she got, she would be able to see that his eyes were not the grey that they first appeared to be, but really a faded blue.


“Can I know what your name is?” He spoke slowly, attempting to avoid the panicked tone he had used before.

D.I.M.A.S.
. male . four years . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .
Kerowyn