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The shadow of a creature moved languidly into a seated position, reclining with a cold confidence that didn't particularly lend her any sort of comfort. Strange and unnatural as the words he had spoken in her tongue had rolled from his lips, his motions lacked any such hesitancy or abnormality, the curving of his legs very fluid and the tall look of him when seated very collected and self-assured. As much as a small, modest part of her shied from his stare, feeling and seeing the way his eyes roamed across her frame with a pointed, purposeful intent, the shiver that it nearly created was not altogether unpleasant. Tahlia took far too much pleasure in finally having someone notice her beauty, to openly admire it even if done so in a far too candid manner as this. She should have discouraged him, should have warned him about ogling her too forwardly, but decided instead to content herself with his stare for a moment longer, just to enjoy the attention.

He grinned when she responded, the expression perhaps accentuating the good looks of someone with a more natural coloration but deepening the sense of danger and mystery that the dark colored male exuded. His answer was no less comforting, causing her to question his meaning and perhaps his intent. Did he mean himself when he spoke of appearances? And in what manner to that? His words did stir her a little, the spark of uncertainty igniting further into a tiny flame of concern. Perhaps this wasn't the sort of attention she desired after all. Still, she tried her best not to let her insecurity show, lowering her head slightly to stare at the stone beneath her paws while she smiled with a tight humor.

Wrong? It wouldn't have been the first time, though she found it strange and even more unsettling for him to speak so of his own company. It was impossible to ignore the growing sense of foreboding she had had about the shadowed wolf, the sense that his darkness somehow reflected his inner being. Trouble. And to the core, she wondered with her gaze still cast downward, using her lowered expression to hopefully hide any outward worry that might have shown itself there. Feeling her mask settled in place again, she raised her head to regard the wolf with a curious yet rather guarded golden stare. "Perhaps it is time I take my leave then," Tahlia answered, issuing a confidence into her voice that she did not entirely feel. Alone and in the company of this larger male, who was slowly making it a point to turn himself into a villain, she knew she was at a disadvantage. With a gentle intake of breath, she rocked herself forward onto her paws to stand, hesitant as her golden eyes remained fixed on the unnamed stranger in anticipation that he might react to her readiness to depart.