truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
He had to admit, waiting patiently, however good he was at it, was not fun. Wherever Sanguine had gotten off to he felt a moment of loneliness. He had grown accustomed to her presence in the last year constantly around his paws or curling up with him. At first it had been hard to reconcile the image of his first father and daughter meeting with her to the girl she had become now. The one who was always with him, who had been so relieved when he had found her after Naamah sent her back. That first time she had screamed at him that he wasn't her father and he had forcibly carried her away to try and spend some time with her. So imagine his surprise when he found her shivering, alone, after Naamah ran off and the girl had finally taken to calling him father. It was, in a way, a gift from the goddess wolf. She had given something small back to him and as the months passed an the moons waxed and waned, he had begun to forgive her for the slights she had done to him.
At the moment he decides that he wishes to go ahead and eat his morsel a silver and black figure emerges from the treeline. The growl of his stomach contests the issue, demanding he fulfill his baser desires and forget about his invitation, yet still his silver eyes are drawn to her. The way the sunlight plays across her multicolored fur and the brightness of her green eyes. She is a tiny thing, he thinks, and that might be his downfall as Enderly tends to lean towards females of such a small stature. It was an unconscious decision, not because of his own slight build. As Cvijet draws closer he notes the way her ribs seem to stand out against her lightened spring fur, his eyes casually drifting across her body in his usual perusal.
He is quick and he notes the flick of her eyes to the fish at his feet, the way her pink tongue dances in a flash across her lips in her hunger. Whatever has driven her so hard that she looks the way she does can only be more problems for him, he thinks lazily, but when bored he tended to like finding new problems to get into. It also helped that she was a lovely thing for Enderly, much like a dragon is to gold, is attracted to lovely things. Desires them, wishes to clutch them within his grasp and hold on.
His ears perk up at her voice, a suave smile beckoning her closer. Ah, lovely and with a voice of an angel, he thinks, to match his own smooth voice.
"Is it really a bother when I have summoned you?" Humor dances within his eyes; he could bet ten fish if given the chance she'd tear the fish to pieces. His own belly grumbles as if to say
yeah, and you could to. It really is a rather hot day, he thinks, too hot for traveling. She already looked worn down and perhaps her company would inspire him. So he slowly pulls his paw off the fish, his stomach screaming at him each moment, and begins to push it to her while keeping his gaze upon her.
"Take a seat, lovely girl, and have some food. You look well worn with travel. Surely your quest can wait long enough to share my company?" There is an unhurriedly air about him that might annoy her if not for the fact he was offering his meal, a silent treaty to keep the peace between them so that he might get to learn a little bit about the female.