Angels guide me...

He considered the question, cocking his head playfully as he thought of his answer. “My own ambition.” He said and grinned wolfishly. “I’ll be raising a pack soon in the South.” He boasted stepping closer to Chael for her to admire him. He had filled out into adulthood nicely with his plush slate coat, and his streamlined form. He had no strew of broken hearts left in his wake, and no admirers that had fawned over him with the exception of Kai, but his confidence alone spoke to a man who carried himself with absolute certainty.

The woman herself was far from ugly as well, with supple curves and snow white fur, a nettled thought in his mind hummed that she was not so dissimilar from Aranea with her russet markings but Tyranis quickly pushed the thought aside. “Perhaps you’d care to join me?” He purred, never once losing his confidence

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