His first impression of the she-wolf a few months ago would?ve been condescending. Back when he felt invincible, he would?ve seen her as lower than him. But there at the Lake, Selyan felt more than delighted. She was unusually kind to him-being a stranger-and seemed very light-hearted. It was refreshing to find such a kind wolf after his trek down here. After her words had danced across the cold air, he could physically feel the heat rising to his face. His chest felt solid, unlike it had for a long time and he indulged himself in Misha?s features. She wasn?t stunningly gorgeous at first sight especially since really all he could see was her eyes in the dusk, but after taking note of her elegant form, he did see the beauty within her. Her coat was such a differentiating fluidity of color: browns here, greys there, white filler along her legs. Her eyes, again he was drawn to them. His lungs were weighted with each breath and he couldn?t speak on his first attempt. After a bout with his tightening throat, he sputtered out a few words until he gained his ground, ?I?m looking to join the pack known as Totuga. Do you know of it?? He didn?t dare toss flirts back at her, if that was even what she was playing. He was too frightened: first, of being put down and second, of offending her away into the forest.
