Stelio's nostrils flared as he inhaled a familiar stench. Blood. A small piece of flesh came from his mouth to lick his lips, watching as the wolf appeared before them. Mark five was a statue. She was faced away from the stranegr, but that smell. She observed Stelio's eyes as he looked over the she wolf. The emeralds were analyzing. [Blood could mean anything,] he thought. [It could mean victim, attacker, witness, defender, and more. She looks like an attacker, but that's not all she could be.]
Stelio grinned a toothy baring of friendly teeth. Stelio sighed, impatient with him.
"Don't."
"Why not?" He whined.
"You are an idiot, and anything you say is going to make the wolf want to kill us."
"Well you don't know what I'm going to say..." He sat impatiently, a pup solemnly awaited mother's approval.
Makr Five rolled her eyes, [ What a freaking pain. ]
"What are you going to say?"
Stelio smirked.
"The best way to greet someone is to say hello. "
Stelio | Male | Stolen | No Strings Attached
Mark Five | Female | Stolen | No Strings Attached
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