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10-08-2016, 09:04 PM
He manifests from the foliage like a branch from a tree, golden eyes set like a gun upon the figure of a wolf. What is beside them, however, is the attraction Pharos feels. Drawn forwards, like a magnet, he allows his tail to curl indefinitely. One ear angles forwards, the other back, while he continues to approach. He does not speak; does not feel the need to. Instead, the wolf awaits.
If she felt discomfort, then perhaps her voice would be heard. Until then, the male continues to watch her; as if she were prey and he predator. Regardless of their nature, there is a distinction between his gaze and hers. Pharos can see it, but is not completely sure. He debates possibly kicking up dirt in her stead to test the theory, but decides to wait. Calculative, the wolf would play the game before he reveals his cards.
Her purpose here, unknown to the man, seems innocent enough. If it were not for the Goliath feline at her side, perhaps he would be less inclined to remain defensive.
If she felt discomfort, then perhaps her voice would be heard. Until then, the male continues to watch her; as if she were prey and he predator. Regardless of their nature, there is a distinction between his gaze and hers. Pharos can see it, but is not completely sure. He debates possibly kicking up dirt in her stead to test the theory, but decides to wait. Calculative, the wolf would play the game before he reveals his cards.
Her purpose here, unknown to the man, seems innocent enough. If it were not for the Goliath feline at her side, perhaps he would be less inclined to remain defensive.