What do you say?

At the sound of an owl’s call Noir was given the rose gaze of the supple she wolf. She was confident at the very least, and showed no sign of being rendered timid at his presence. Noir may have misunderstood her reaction, but he couldn’t help but think she was interested. Dark brows lifted lightly with curiosity as her sweet voice answered him. To his pleasure, she agreed in accepting his presence. Noir wasn’t sure what he might have done had she denied him, he’d never been one to force his will. Especially with a pack wolf, he wasn’t stupid and he knew that would be a mistake.

Not one to hesitate Noir approached her slowly, his gaze appreciative as he memorized every detail about her form. The soft curve of her supple body, the bright intelligence behind her eyes, he couldn’t forget the alluring perfume that held her. Noir smirked lightly, aiming to sit close beside her, leaving enough room so their fur brushed and he could feel her warmth. ”I am convinced that you are the lovely one.” Noir pressed her further, no doubt getting his intentions across.