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Thane was flabbergasted when a dame seemed to come out of the bushes in a submissive form. Aqua blue eyes narrowed for the brute was suspicious. He had always been cautious of the company he kept no matter who they were. The femme apologized and stated of how she had been heading to the swamps and how hungry she was. Only withing a few moments did the dame near closer to him and stick her head on his neck.

Thane almost bristled at the touch, this was highly unexpected. This wolf had only just came out of the forest and touches him? The wolf hardly knew this dame. White lined ears twitched as his mind thought of things to say,a way to react. Nothing like this had happened before; what lessons had he to solve this? Alas there were no lessons in his mind that were of this circumstance.

Before the brute had a moment to reply, once more did the femme before him lower her head to the nape of his neck. The touch was unexplainable, it was comforting in a way but Thane would not give in. Yet still he stood there in shock with his words caught in his throat. Then the dame stated that her name was Rita and asked him of his own name.

The brute shook his head to clear his mind and tried to take a small step back so Rita's head wouldn't be on his neck anymore.

"I figure we all need some space don't we." he said as he was stepping back, using it as an excuse.

"And do pardon my manners Rita, my name is Thane Tsarev." he said in his casual voice.

Then Rita seemed to question him of a pack; what kind of game was this? They were obviously on the border of Valhalla; could she not smell? And yet the brute replied.

"I reside in the pack of Valhalla, which is the one you seem to be trespassing at the moment. And like you have said before about visiting the swamps...aren't they in the opposite direction?We are in the West, the swamps are in the South."

Thane was suspicious indeed but yet he did not brag or give any more information of his pack. This seemed all too ironic in a way. The brute resumed his gallant pose as he stood in front of the dame; yet fur did not touch fur at the moment.The only wolf who would touch him in such a way was his mate and this dame Rita was not his mate.