Speed Racer by Her’s

He grinned, wondering what exactly she would have to do to achieve just that. Perhaps stop surrounding herself with the people that describe her taste as every sin under the sun, for starters. She moved, half circling him. He held still, watching her move with barely a flick of his eyes. He was tall enough to have plenty of vantage in line of sight, as it was.

“Do you?” He asked, surprised and amused. He didn’t recognise her scent from the Market, but the scents there were fleeting with the traffic of travellers. He had been on duty at the market often, but everyone needed a break. “Who would contradict the Warlord?” He teased, eyes dancing as they looked down at the tiny wolf.

"Basilisk Fatalis"