Captivate me

Xephyris froze in place as he spotted movement - the only thing to shift were his eyes. It appeared he would have company. Well, he didn't expect this appealing little piece of territory to be vacant for long. He focused in on the wolf that had appeared, watching the unfamiliar form move toward the lake's edge, seemingly unaware of anything else it went to quench its thirst. The grey and white flecked male turned his head ever so slowly, his body following cautiously as he eyed the wolf who'd made an appearance. His nose reached forward, drawing in several quick breaths as he tried to catch the wolf's scent. Silver orbs widened slightly; it was as though his thoughts had drawn the woman to this place.

His stomach suddenly dropped. I must be a mess, I just finished my work out, he thought with alarm - he hadn't had time to groom at all. No longer trying to avoid detection, he quickly dropped his head and swiped each forepaw over top in turn, trying to straighten out his appearance. Then he stood, shaking out his coat. It was the best he could do in a rush, but he wasn't going to waste any time and let her walk away. He had to meet her. Before he did so, he paused. Was he nervous? He shook his head. No, never, I don't get nervous, he reminded himself, half-muttering the words under his breath before lifting his head and drawing himself up, Always confident. That's how you get what you want. Fear is for the weak.

After a quick pep-talk with himself, he strode forward, his expression steeled and silver eyes focused. He approached the woman from her side, making sure he was visible in her peripherals long before he reached her. As his eyes roamed over her frame, he noticed that it looked like she had also been on a good run this morning - her rippling form showed the progress of her efforts. Fascinating. He stopped several feet from her, his shoulders squared and thick tail waving like a banner of pride - silver eyes sought out her stunning turquoise gaze, and he was quiet for a moment before saying anything. "Greetings, maiden," he spoke, his voice a rumbling baritone, "A fine day, isn't it?" His head cocked to one side, forcing his rather intense stare to shift, glancing to the lake instead - he stepped toward it, wading in with his forepaws. He didn't want to intimidate her, he didn't want to make her leave.