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n e v e r w a s a n d n e v e r w i l l be She wastes no time invading his personal space, and this is something Artimus can appreciate. It was not every day that another willingly put themselves into the range of his jaws, but then of course, most wolves around here didn't know any better. Some learned, and others not so much. Perhaps this female would come out ahead of the curve. The thought has another amused smile stretching lazily across his jaw as he continued watching her, never allowing his gaze to waver or to give her even a split second to act. Artimus was always ready, it was his specialty, and there was no single being left breathing that could best him in this. Timing was key- infact, timing was everything and the large golden wolf knew that damn well. It's how he had always played the game, how he had always come out ahead, come out on top. If you didn't know the hands, you couldn't play the game. It was that simple. And then he has what he is looking for. The tension in her own hackles, the slight curling of her upper lip. The meaning of her words, and the tones behind them. Someone who liked to play, and maybe even play in a way that would make anothers toes curl. His meal, though still worth something, is then put out of mind. There was plenty of game around, after all, and if he really wanted to Artimus had no problem taking down game by himself. Size and strength did have it's advantages, after all, and not many disadvantages. Taking two more steps forward to further close to distance between them, leaving perhaps a range of four feet between them. 'And how tasty do I look to you?' His words are low now- much lower than before, with a serrated edge to them. His tones mimicked her earlier ones of a dare, of a challenge- how he had heared her. If this female did truly enjoy her pleasure in a difficult meal, let her prove her words. Let her make the mistake of naming him her prey. ⁶ ⁶ ⁶ |