Anyway You Want It

Snow fell from his pelt as he sat. Miach remain a few tail lengths away from the lady in order to be respectful. He was a gentleman but was also not very.. romantic. He did not carry a strong urge to flirt or enchant. Perhaps one day a sparkling Wolf would brighten his day enough to catch that crimson gaze. But, it would take someone truly special. Thus, as he sat he remained neutral for the most part. "I am Maich Adravendi, by the way." It was a polite gesture and only natural when stuck in a metal den with a stranger. "What were you doing out there all alone?" A brow raised as he inquired more about the female. Why would such a lithe creature be venturing a snow storm?

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