Don't make me chase you, Even doves have pride

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He scoffed at her response, a slight smirk touching his muzzle. "Well, I'll do my best, but no promises," he replied, a grin tugging at his muzzle as he said it. Coming to this new land was slowly beginning to appear to be a good choice. Beautiful views, beautiful girls, what more could a wolf want? She came over to sit beside him and it was like hew whole form lit up as she stepped into the moonlight. It was captivating to say the least. He peered down at her with intrigue, his eyes tracing the intricate gold marks that ran all over her body until she spoke again and pulled his attention back up to her liquid blue gaze. She was gorgeous, but he had a feeling that his recent exile only made him more hungry for the interaction.

"Neither did I," he replied, his eyes still glued to her. "Especially with how hard it is to get up here. The view from here is worth the trip though, I think, even though it pales in comparision to you." He smirked and let his eyes glance down her body again. He wasn't sure if he was being too forward or not, it was one of the very few times he had gotten the chance to have a real conversation in months and he had flirted even fewer times than that. He was sure that if he was overstepping some boundary she would make it known. Until that happened he would just go on as he was. "Tell me, gorgeous, what can I call you?"