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Gideon was honestly not a half bad wolf. He was a sharp contrast with the rest of Seracia, but sometimes things got painfully formal around here. It wasn't bad most of the time, but sometimes all of the 'sirs' and 'my ladies' could wear on a wolf's nerves. It was enough to make a wolf go crazy. Not that Kamala would ever say that. The observant young female was aware that there would be major repercussions behind saying anything that attacked the basic foundation of her pack. And she did love Seracia. It was her home, more than Talutah had ever been. The wolves here were her family. But Gideon was a refreshing change from the norm right then.



She paused for a moment, ears flicking in Gideon's direction, a hint of amusement flickering across her features. Why, if she wasn't incorrect, that sounded almost . . . flirtatious. It was something that Kamala prided herself on noticing. There was a possibility that she was reading too much into things, but it made the young female think. Gideon. Well, he was an attractive male, she supposed, though she had not really thought of him in that way before. Hmm. Perhaps he was merely being Gideon, and he acted this way around all females. That was something that seemed reasonable. Or maybe it was something special. Which Kamala rather doubted.



Twitching her tail, Kamala responded with an amused tone. "I'm glad to hear it." She was less formal now than she had been moments before. The regal tones were slipping from her voice as she felt more comfortable in the brown male's presence. "It is nice to see someone like you out here." Kamala continued after a moment, glancing meaningfully at Gideon. There was a playful note to her voice, though it almost approached something more. Was she doing this right? Honestly, Kamala wasn't even sure.



She meant it as more of a trial run than anything else. To gauge if she had properly figured out the meaning of Gideon's words. Was she correct in guessing that he was flirting? Or was she entirely incorrect. Either were possibilities, and Kamala was eager to figure out which were correct. She wanted to know. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but this soot colored wolf was no cat.