Slice em & Dice em

He wasn’t one to let an opportunity to have a little fun go to waste. So when he caught wind of the female nearby, he didn’t hesitate to walk away from the prey he had been stalking. It seemed she was also interested in his presence, as they came into each other's view at the same time. They were both striding toward one another, anticipating whatever this encounter would bring them. Which made Sephiran even more excited. As they drew near, she would slow down but he would keep striding forward, tail raising to sway above his hips in a display of preeminence. He attempted to half circle around her, and place his larger body between her and the direction she had come from.

As she introduced herself, he took this moment to study her. She was much smaller than him, was swathed in an array of grey shades, and didn’t seem to have any scars on her. Her eyes were blue, and held a single scent that wasn’t intertwined with other wolves, like someone in a pack. And what caught his attention the most, and caused a smirk to spread across his face, was the long, saber fangs that were similar to his own. ”Well, Rhian,”“ He repeated, tucking her name and appearance into his mind. “Do tell me… how did a woman acquired such long fangs?” He inquired impulsively, as he wanted to know how it was possible for some woman to have the same traits his family did. He was so intrigued by her fangs, he didn’t even think to introduce himself to her. His intrigue was fueled by curiosity... but, intertwined with that, was disdain. How dare this nobody have fangs like the Saxe. It made him want to break them off of her face.

”Speech”