She lets him drink her in, feeding her narcisism, turning up her chin and gazing at him through dark lashes. The end of her long, fluid tail ticks at every compliment; is she really so restless that she entertains herself with flirting with strange men?
Leera's tongue drags along her teeth as she listens to his words. They are confident, warm like molasses, and intriguing enough so that she feels no reason to not indulge him. ""Ezio. A pleasure," she says, staring at him, keeping his name locked right between her teeth. Who are you, Ezio? What can you give me? she wants to ask, to demand, but she's smarter than that.
"What brings one of beauty, like yourself, our here on her own?" Her small, pink eyes glitter with something dark and warm, smile stretching further. It's a fair enough question, and one she doesn't quite know the answer to herself. "Maybe it's the same reason as you, Ezio. Maybe I'm hungry for something, too." She leaves it at that, ears erect, curious to see what he'll make of it. She lets a silence stretch between them, spending the moments looking him over again, before a puff of breath dances from her nostrils again. "On the other hand, perhaps I'm just bored. These woods have a lot to offer, as I'm sure you know. Tell me, dear Ezio, to whom do you give your allegiance?" She already knows he's not a pack member -- his scent is too unique, too solitary for him to be hanging around multiple wolves. But what use can she make of loners? There are ways, she knows, watching him.
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