Something New

Ever the megalomaniac he was, at no point did Kavik think he was failing in his quest to woo and seduce the violet woman before him. The art of seduction was a subtle and complex game, one he loved to play—and judging from the way she smirked and grinned at him, he could tell she was enjoying the pursuit too. She had all the power in their interaction and both of them knew it. She could deny him and shut him down at any point, end their time together as quickly as cutting a thread. But like him, she seemed to want to see where the game led them. She assessed him as a gentleman and he gave a chuckle and glanced away, ears folding bashfully back to his head. "Well, I don't know about all that..." Then the astute wolf watched as she skillfully dissected a piece of prime venison from the deer carcass using her retractable claws, further reinforcing his initial assessment of her. She did indeed possess many unique mutations.

Kavik waited just long enough to get his own portion of food before settling in on the soft grasses across from her. The wolf introduced herself as Manea Mendacium, and Kavik swirled the name about in his brain several times to let it sink into his memory. "Manea Mendacium," he repeated back, sampling her name on his tongue like one would a rare vintage of wine. "Your name suits you." So far, so good. He had her grinning and chuckling, sharing a meal with him. His excessive and obvious flirting had paid off by amusing Manea, now he would scale it back, subtle it up now that the tone for their evening had been set. No need to keep being campy about it. Without the razor sharp claws she possessed, Kavik's method of dining was much more primal, tearing into the fresh venison with sharp fangs that he proudly displayed to Manea while he ate. All the while both wolves kept their eyes on one another, almost as if having a silent conversation between themselves with their gazes and body language alone.

Manea was the first to break their silence, asking what brought him out to hunt at night. Kavik swallowed the meat in his mouth and ran his tongue over his lips to clean his pallid muzzle of runaway dribbles of blood, flashing Manea a small grin with a husky chuckle. "Would you believe me if I told you I was chasing my destiny?" The white and silver wolf chuckled again as he shook his head. "I'm something of a traveler. New to Boreas, just got here about a couple of weeks ago. I left my home pack years ago because there was nothing there for me. I've been looking for my place in the world ever since. It just so happens that my road took me to these woods tonight, put me on the path of a tasty looking deer..." Blue eyes met aqua and held, staring with a deep intensity into Manea's gaze, perhaps showing that he was no beta wolf when she clearly had alpha-like tendencies. "...and led me to you." An equally tasty looking wolf, he thought with a roguish grin, his tail giving a slow, subtle wag in the grass behind him. "And yourself?" asked Kavik, taking another bite of meat. "What would make a fae like yourself choose to bed down beneath a willow tree when you've got the scent of a pack all over you?"

"Kävik av Fjellen"