Something New

If there was one thing Kavik was, it was self-confident. The snowy white and silver gilded brute was practically built of charisma and poise, never faltering or stumbling in his mettle while he tried to charm the metaphorical pants off of Manea. Her reactions spurred him on, encouraging him with every subtle shift of her expression. Her raising eyebrow, the growing grin on her lips, the way those gorgeous aqua eyes lit up and sparkled with intrigue and delight the more he spoke. Each one gave him a glimpse into where Manea's mind was, and he read the signs as if she were outright telling him how well he was doing. This was the game he loved—learning each wolf's subtle social cues and tells and manipulating them to his advantage, all without them being any wiser. It allowed him to get to know the other wolf faster and far more personally in a short span of time. It also let him figure out if the wolf was worth his time. Manea Mendacium was turning out to be very, very worth his time!

As he recounted his tale to her in basic detail, Manea chuckled with her widening grin stretching across her muzzle and commented on how he was an interesting one. "I'll take that as a compliment, thank you," he replied in his smooth-as-silk voice with a casual chuckle in return. He watched how Manea crossed her paws neatly, ever still prim and proper. She had to be someone of high regard in her pack to behave like this. Kavik returned to finishing his meal while Manea took to answering his question, giving her lithe body a stretch while she began. Kavik couldn't help but let his eyes roam with a certain primal hunger down the length of her svelte, feminine body, eating up every delicious dip and curve of her frame from slender shoulders to round, shapely hips and her sumptuously slim sides in between. Oh yeah, Manea was hot and she knew it. Kavik was smirking while he listened to her, licking his lips and paws clean in turn now to remove the stains of red from his pristine white fur.

So Manea had been visiting a pack ally down in the south, eh? That meant she was either a diplomat or someone in high standing for sure. His unspoken question was answered when Manea explained how she'd stopped to rest here to enjoy a quiet night—something she hadn't had since she'd mated herself off to another wolf and formed her pack. Her pack. Kavik's interest visibly brightened on his already attentive expression. So she was the alpha of her pack, was she? Now THAT was a veeeery interesting tidbit of info! To her playful glare, Kavik simply shot her a debonair grin again. "I'd say I'm sorry for disturbing you, but I don't tell lies to beautiful faes," he remarked with a husky chuckle. Then he shifted his weight, settling in more comfortably and crossing his paws as well while he gazed at Manea with vivid fascination. "So you're an alpha, hmm? Can't say I'm really surprised. You have all the hallmarks of an alpha. And a mated alpha at that!"

Kavik pretended to look disappointed for a moment, turning his gaze down from Manea's to glance at his paws with a soft sigh, then looked back up at her through slightly lidded eyes and smirked. "Am I barking up the wrong tree then? Would your mate have a problem with you sharing dinner with a strange brute? Should I leave you to enjoy the rest of your quiet, peaceful evening, Manea Mendacium?" Or would you like to make it a little more... lively? His smoldering eyes asked the question through his gaze to the sultry violet alphess. Really, Kavik didn't want to leave. He wanted Manea to tell him to stay, to continue their conversation and see how hot the night could become between them. The fact that she was mated meant nothing to the devilish brute. Soccer had a goalie, yet you could still score, and marriages were not a permanent establishment as some seemed to think. It all depended on what she told him here tonight though, and if he even had a chance of getting anywhere with Manea.

"Kävik av Fjellen"