The multi-colored grey wolf had seen his fair share of violence and discord, and he had endured his fair share of pain. The pain of having his heart broken by another wasn?t one of those many torturous encounters. As he paced himself to his smaller, female companion, he controlled his pace to match hers, and found himself pleasantly surprised at how easy it was. He had relaxed slightly in her company, though his muscles were still tense, and ready to fight if need be, though he did have an inkling that if he was drug into a fight, it wouldn?t be against the pretty lady that had graced him with her mere presence.
The words that she spoke fell upon his ears, and he listened attentively to them. He enjoyed the melody of her voice, and relished the notes that sprung from her beautiful jaws. ?Compliments are rare for no mate does grace my life,? she had said and he thought about how sad that was. Such a beautiful lady deserved to be complimented daily, didn?t she? Even the hardened warrior knew that, even though his own heart was hardened towards the aspect of love. He knew what was proper, and a lady, not being complimented when it was so well deserved, wasn?t proper. Her next words cause a chuckle to rumble low in his chest and he let out a small bark of laughter. How could one who looked so much like an angel be wicked?
?I seriously doubt that any part of you could be wicked, m?lady.? His voice rumbled, with an amused tone to it. No, no one so kind could be evil he was sure of that. He listened as she spoke again, accepting the nickname he chose for her, and he smiled down at her as she spoke it aloud. She talked then of where she had come from, and of her past when she had lived in deserts, snow, and finally in the forest and he found that he could relate to her. As a warrior he had lived in some of the harshest climates imaginable, from the scorching sands to the freezing avalanches, he had seen it all.
Finally they reached the herd, and before he had a chance to speak, she spoke again but he didn?t mind. She asked of his preferred position in the hunt, and he debated about it for a few moments, as he watched the herd graze. ?I think I?ll leave the killing blow to you, Evey, and I?ll run the herd, if that?s alright with you.? He voiced his preference in a calm and relaxed tone, and looked down at her. He was eager to see the skills of this lady and too see how good of a hunter she was, and it wouldn?t be polite to make her do all the running and him just simply kill the beast, would it?
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