of sinners and saints

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The she-wolf came back with an eager affirmative, she was almost purring with delight despite that air of smirk on her muzzle. It was most cat-like, and Silverback loved it- not in a true affectionate way, but in the way an owner is delighted by a bird beginning to mimic their speech; It both showed their intelligence and their lesser level at the same time. The snow leopard, with her forepaws hooked over the edge of the cliff, let her broad head full into her legs for a moment, tilting it at an almost upside down angle to look at mutt. It was a cat thing, it showed a bit of her excitement and her playful attitude.

Meanwhile her elongated, fluffy tail batted at the cave floor - brushing the back wall. It curled around forwards though, seeking not cold stone, but wolf's fur in an attempt to traspe across Canttina's tail or flank. There was nothing outrightly seductive about the movement... no, perhaps that isn't right, Silverback was seduction - in the powerful, graceful, unreachable sort of way, but it came with all the elegance of simply being a feline. That much she couldn't help. This touch though wasn't meant for anything like arousal, it was merely the stroke of an owner. The mutt was willing; why shouldn't the snow siren pet what might now begin to belong to her?

But the dog had asked her a question, hadn't she? Silver regained her usual posture and gave a shimmering shrug of those rosetted shoulders. "My old territory is the mountain range just north of the Snowfalls, but I have not gone back there in almost a season. My home is whereever I set my paws. As of yet I have met no other great cats and so this part of the world belongs to me." Oh certainly the mobs of flea-bags had their petty little circles they had bordered off, but it was a joke really, Silverback had lived in what the mutt's considered their packland. The two species overlapped but didn't mingle. The cat could go wherever she pleased and wolves were only safe if they had numbers.

She considered telling his mutt of her plans. That when she said 'stay with me' she didn't really mean as a traveling companion so much as a kenneled pet. But no, the ideas were still fuzzy and shaping in her mind, and she could not help but wish to be lenient with the creature that had already professed her adoration.

Piercing eyes registered the quirks of her companion's mannerisms, but she didn't bother trying to seek an answer for them. "She seem fidgety, Sunshine. Here-" she murmured, glancing at her sideways. With a bowing forward of whiskers, Silverback inched a step back from the edge, remaining so low and fluid to the ground, that she merely seemed to sway. Easing her weight more onto her left foreleg, she raised her right one, inviting the wolf to vanquish the distance between them, and come lay in her arms. "-let me soothe you."