Where Oh Where
02-05-2016, 08:52 PM
He waited. And waited. And waited. Seconds grew into dozens of seconds, which slowly faded into a coupld of minutes. To Rowan, it felt like a lifetime. A lifetime of increasing exasperation, until a form poepped out at him suddenly. His muscles tightened, fur bristling along his spine as he stared... at his sister. Oh. How had he not- no, wait. She had been downwind of him. She'd smell him, but he'd not smell her. Eyeing her, he wondered if he did it on purpose. He'd not be surprised if she did. She'd greet with his name rolling languidly off her tongue, and he chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped forward to nuzzle her shoulder in greeting. "Dahlia," he replied evenly, a smirk on his face. The smirk slowly froze as he got a whiff of her scent, and he'd lean back to search for her eyes, a frown slowly forming. "Dahl? Whose scent is that?" His voice held a wary note to it. The scent was undeniably masculine - and damnit, this was what he was afraid of! He didn't want her to make these sorts of decisions... she wasn't able to. She was too much a temptress, a flirt. He didn't trust males to control themselves around her, and she would be willing to flirt with anyone. |