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So, ambition is what drives you? she asks in a whisper, and Gwyn's ears press forward to catch the sound. He does not respond immediately, instead opting to watch her as the distance between them shrinks. Her voice is low and he curls his muzzle toward his chest, hoping to catch even just one more syllable as Vesna reaches for his shoulder. The touch is brief and soft, but it is electric, and warmth blooms in his chest. Ambition is exactly what you'll find here, a matching smirk stretches across his rose-dusted lips, and he takes a single step forward, closing what little space was left.

"And you, she-wolf?" he asks, his voice as deep as the shadows that surrounded them, in their pocket of moonlight. "Are you lost?" He wonders if she would join him, or if she would be a forgotten memory as time went on. His ambitions were his own. He had not accounted for meeting someone as like-minded as himself so quickly on the islands. He blinks slowly, watching her, assessing her. His nostrils quivered, she smelled of the islands; she likely knew more than him. Much more.

"Or," he starts, reaching forward to return the soft playful nip on the soft hair where her neck met her shoulder, his own voice a whisper, "have you been found?" It was clear. I see you, he thought. He could see her ambition, her strength, and he'd be a fool if he left without her.

And he had never been a fool, and he certainly was not about to start.