patience is key

Rosemary dunked his head under the waters again withdrawing a wiggling bass like the first two which he quickly deposited on the bank behind him. His eyes settled on Miach again as he licked blood from his muzzle and nose and then gently hummed a reply.

“I come from a pack named Ashen I am something of a master of ceremonies there.”

He chose to keep the full extent of his role in his sister's pack a secret, not wishing to divulge too much information to a man he hardly knew. For all he knew the man was a crusader apt to liberate slaves from their bonds and vanquish supposed evils. He could certainly liberate me. he thought flirtatiously his tail flicking slightly at the thought as he felt heat rise through his body. Rosemary had little preference when it came to genders having been born a female himself and told to expect a fine and dashing husband to sweep him off his feet, but he never lost the appeal of siring cubs even after his blossoming into manhood.

“What of yourself lovely Miach?” He found he was no longer interested in fish and instead wanted to learn more about the rust colored stranger who joined him that night.