Something New

The violet fae he'd happened across didn't seem in the least bit startled or perturbed by his sudden appearance and presence, in fact taking his abrupt entry with grace and a strange familiarity, as if she was used to it. The woman simply crossed her paws, which at a closer inspection he realized were no ordinary paws. They resembled the feet of large felines, rounded and thicker, with no obvious claws that were doubtlessly hiding within her digits. That was when he noticed the two crests of rigid bone atop her crown, and Kavik realized quickly that she was no ordinary wolf. She possessed a number of mutations the likes of which he hadn't encountered before. Mutated wolves were not something new to him, but her particular brand of changes were something he had yet to see. She smirked at him, those hypnotic aqua eyes never leaving him all throughout his approach, and when he offered her dinner, she replied with a simple statement of acceptance.

Kavik widened his debonair smile, his frosty blue eyes shining with delight while he held the stranger's gaze. It felt like the two of them were playing some sort of game—him being the dangerous gentleman, and her the coy and enigmatic femme. Well, this was a game he was familiar with, and one he enjoyed playing as well; he was not one to lose in these types of encounters. Briefly, Kavik wondered just where this evening would take them if he played his cards right. Suddenly the potential for this ravishing fae to be warming his bed this evening became a possibility, and the alabaster prince was all in on this deal. "Well, you could tell me no," he teased her with a bit of humor in his tone while he chuckled, dragging the deer between the two of them before gazing up at his dinner date from beneath white lashes with a suggestive smolder in them. "But I find it much more fun to say yes."

With the precision of a wolf who knew his way around a dead body, Kavik rolled the deer carcass so the soft underbelly was facing towards Manea. Using fang and claw, he peeled away the pelt and skin from the meat, tearing open the deer's guts to present the feast within to the purple lady. With his muzzle and paws now stained red with blood, Kavik waved a paw over their smorgasbord. "Ladies first." While he waited for her to start their meal, Kavik settled in on his belly on the opposite side of the deer so the two would lie facing one another. It felt more natural and less intrusive to have a conversation with the gorgeous fae like this rather than trying to move around to her side. Slow and steady wins the race. "I'm Kavik. Kavik av Fjellen," the white wolf introduced himself. He looked at Manea with a curious tilt to his head, waiting for each time Manea went to take a bite to sneakily let his gaze roam down over her supple form in assessment and appreciation. "And the name of the beautiful fae I have the pleasure of sharing a meal with is...?"

"Kävik av Fjellen"