cracks in the pavement

The man would allow silence to befall them both, and like he expected, it seemed to be a long moment before his partner dare enamour the environment with her light tones. He would perk his ears towards her as she uttered her title and seemed to relent to quieter existence. So quiet...so lacking in disruption, and never before had he enjoyed someone?s company so much before. Clearly, he had been dazed, lost in a timeless trance, for her figure had completely revolved around him, before her name had been spoken, and yet he, had remained motionless as she examined his thew, his coloration, his grotesque design.

His body would sit a little taller as a new figure danced in, a graceful sort of demeanor to her otherwise powerful dance. Salacious tones dripped from her womanly chords and it was she who seemed to confuse the beast so. What was she doing? So lowly speaking? They were out in the open. Still, the older woman seemed to sit comfortably before him and she seemed to take a rather divine pleasure in the movements she made. His eyes would examine her and he would stare at her in wonderment. Had she also come to see a show? The storm raging in his heart would calm and his paws would re-position themselves father apart, and he would grow more relaxed. My, how he towered over the two females. He sort of...loved it.

Albeit Neo...he hadn?t really been exposed to the scent of Tortuga wolves, and to be honest, though her scent was vaguely familiar, it was not overly distinct. He shrugged it off, pinning her as something to be discovered and stared at her waiting to hear whatever it was that she clearly wanted.

Speech!