Sanctuary

It was like Recluse was on the hunt and was closing in for the kill, she could see him falter, asking her what exactly it is she had planned and she would go for the jugular... metaphorically. The woman softened slightly, giving him something to cling to, a moment of comfort to let him hold onto so he wouldn't be drowned in his virginal awkwardness. "You've been through enough lately, I'm willing to collect at a later date." She did not pelt him with pity but she would play on a light amount of empathy. "I'll dictate the time but we can go at your pace, we can make it as transactional or nice as you'd like."

The final snare, the wire sliding closed around his throat: Recluse stepped aside, turning horizontally so she could gesture into towards her pack lands with her muzzle. "Your choice. Her tone was warm, welcoming even. Her words clear, accept her offer, use his favor or shove off.

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