the anthem of success

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He was cautious, even now as he complemented her, and this caused her eyes to sparkle with amusement. She chuckled -a throaty, pusling, purring sound, "Oh little pup, you needn't be so coy, you're not the first wolf to call me such." Was it just a coincidence, or did her eyes seem to flutter there? She had taken her seat beside the water, but now she slid her front paws forward against the ground. She lowered to let the white silks of her undercoat, brush against the frost and snowdust, lowering her frame to the ground before the male.

It was hard to say whether she was intentionally flirting, or if seduction was simply a part of her ingrained personality. She couldn't help being one of the most beautiful things in creation. Of course, in her current mood she was far more likely to kill than kiss. Her words hinted at a previous encounter, which had turned passionate, but that had been special. The diamond among the rough. It was true her thoughts often flickered away to that scared wolf in his southern home. Bane... What would he be doing now, she wondered. Would he finally have the family he wanted the stability he had craved? She was more than half tempted to seek him out - to take him up on that offer of his. But no, in her current moody state, she was too volatile to be seen by anyone who's opinion she cared about.

While her thoughts danced back and forth, the male was speaking again. Oh she caught a word here and there, but she wasn't really listening. He was gripping about something. About how she'd been wrong about his kind. Idiot. She was never wrong. She managed to add a dash more politeness in her words though. "Hmmm. Well I'm afraid if you wish to keep having someone beautiful to converse with, you'll have to find something more entertaining to talk about than the end of the world." The fluffy black tail tip twitched. "I've had quite enough of that."