such a haunting melody

His answer was coy and didn't give many answers but something about it caused her to shiver, lips twisting in a devious smirk. That sounded like the same answer she had given Novaro on their first date... He would speak of his ancestory, or his language and she would nodd before looking around and quirking her brow at him. "I have a proposition for you my sweet. Join me. My pack is to the south of here. We will feed you... You look like you need it. As long as you don't judge or harm your fellow pack members you may do as you wish and we will not judge you. Anything your little heart desires." Dione would murmur, leaning close as if this pack was a secret she would share with him and only him. Her eyes glittered with a devious light, smile twisting up the edges of her lips as she stepped towards him. Would he accept?