Oh no, I very much so enjoyed being near him. His mere presence made me feel....relaxed. Like I didn't have to worry about my brother or anything for that matter, because he would take care of me. I was also not unimpressed with him. He was handsome, strong, and oh so enticing. While his attitude could use a little improvement and he could mature a little more, I really didn't see much wrong with him. I was so relaxed with him, it brought out this side of me I didn't know I had. It felt weird to act this way, the only time I could remember acting similar was way back when I lived with my family. And maybe, just maybe, I acted so indifferent to try to detour him, so I wouldn't hurt him like I had with my family. I had to protect him from the disasters I caused.

"Stupid Paldor..." he mumbled under his breath, making me tilt my head in confusion. My brow arched curiously. Paldor? What was a Paldor? Or was it a who? Why was he stupid? Or was it something the demons did? These questioned perplexed my already frazzled mind, but did not distract me from him. He was the only real thought in all of my mind. Him and only him.

My silver gaze watched his mahogany eyes blink in surprise, stunned by what I had said. It made me swell with a sort of pride, that I wasn't exactly what he expected me to be. I wasn't going to submit, atleast not now. Because I felt that if I did, he'd stomp all over me given the chance later on. But no sooner did I think that, when he flipped the tables on me, giving me a dark grin that left me blinking in surprise. What was going through that mind of his? Then he crept closer, and things started to spiral downward for my bravado.

"But you don't... hate it?" he said with a low grumble, looking down upon me with those eyes and that cocked brow. I couldn't hide it this time, the shiver that ran up my spine. He was so damn enticing. I had to restrain myself. Stupid female hormones making me act this way, I wasn't even of age and neither was he! It had to be magic, hormones couldn't do this to me. "If you don't hate it... does it need to stop?" he inquired, making electricity tingle my skin. My ears fell back and for the first time I looked down, unable to keep his gaze. My face felt hot and I was glad I had fur to hide the blush I was sure was there. "No, not necessarily," I mumbled through clenched teeth, not wanting to admit that. I was a little bit irritated that he had hit it right on the head and made me feel this way.

Unfortunately for him, his defeated sigh snapped me back to my senses and I looked back up, clearing away my blush. "Maybe. Maybe we can make you... better. Stronger. Bigger. Yes." he mused, nodding to his words and furrowing his eyebrows like he was deep in thought. A small growl rumbled in my chest. "Bigger, no. Nobody can change what fate cursed me with," I was so very small. Always looked down upon for being small and it made me mad. "But," I continued, my voice softer and more determined,"Stronger and better, yes. Thats why I came to Iromar, because I figured if anyone could do it, it was the demons." They could turn me into someone that could stand up to my brother, to fight back against his vice like grip he had over my life.

I moved forward, passed him. Making sure to drag the tip of my tail upon the underside of his jaw, feeling the sparks at the contact. I circled back around him and smiled. "So, does the wolf with a million questions have a name?" I asked, staring at him with a curious gaze. I wanted to put a name to the face that controlled my very being, even he could grant me that.

❤ THANKS SKYE