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Quote:His ears twitched back against his head, as her head drew in closer he didn't know what to think f it. As she sniffed him, he let her have her way, trying to figure out why the hell she was smelling him. He had a perfectly good reason to smell her, it wasn't his fault she rolled around in others scents like a packer. So, Ambros did you find what you were looking for? In terms of scent I mean. He sat on her words for a moment, the question was an incredibly valid one. Did he?

His nostrils flare a few times as he thought over the scent he gathered, it had been neatly stored in his brain. No. He answered twisting his head to look at her. His head would dip in a second time, tongue flopping out the front of his mouth as he idly licks over her closest ear. His movement wasn't rough, in fact it was gentle, a lick a mother would give her pup, or one would give to ones lover. He'd only require one lick then his head would pop back away again, tongue flickering over his own muzzle.

Well, His voice rose, taking on a serious tone for he finally made up his mind. I decided that I am not going to eat you. His head would turn away and his body tensed up, his eyes gazing off into nature around them. Silence, he wouldn't offer any suggestion that he was joking, but deep inside Ambros was getting such joy out of the awkwardness he tossed into the air. Yet not wanting to completely scare her away, a soft smile flashed across his features. I'm joking,

While it was funny to watch, Ambros had never been against a little canniblism when it was hungry enough. And he was rather hungry. His eyes flickered towards her again, a wolfish grin gathered on his features. So, Nona.. He lingered off slighly, his head tilting. Can you tell me why you've caught my interest?