Put On Your Doll Face

Satisfaction, attention, adoration, he’d gotten what he wanted from the mottled she wolf and he was ready to be on his way. He’d go and wouldn’t give her a second thought. He watched her though, and one dark brow lifted as she hesitantly reached out for him. Wicked grin raced over his features at the implications. Unfortunately as soon as it was there it was gone again and she returned to her stomach and lowered her eyes as if ashamed. He chuckled inwardly, but remained silent as she asked him for his name. ”What would you do to get it?” He asked then, mostly just curious about what her answer would be. How badly did she want to know the name she just so easily gave herself away to.