Lone Digger
He caught the girl out of the corner of his serpentine eyes and couldn’t help but smile just a little. Such reactions were familiar to him and he had been conditioned log ago not to take them offensively. He looked up at her, his smile widening slightly before he spoke, his voice raised so that she could hear him.
“Lovely day, isn’t it Cher?” He said, his voice a smooth and sultry, purr.
The girl was fairly pretty and he coyly thought “Black is always in season.” His silky tail waved behind him as he looked her over from his place below her; not as delicate as some of the women he’d seen in his time but not one of the overly muscular bitches that he had also come across; the kind that usually bit first and asked questions later. No she was a good “Average”, not too lean and not to stout. Just the right amount of fur and meat to live comfortably on their own which was more than he could say for a slight and sinewy man such as himself. But then again not everyone could be blessed with being as devilishly handsome as he believed he was.
“May I ask, what’s a pretty little thang like you doing down in these parts?” He asked, raising on his back legs to drop his paw on a rock just above him, his head cocked to the side.
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