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*Rita* · 04-07-2013, 04:17 PM

His gaze welcomed hers, laced with suspicions and discomfort as she approached him, nudging him, nuzzling him. He had his boundaries and she crossed them without a moment's hesitation. While this all seemed to place a dent in her plans, it would never deter her, never cause a backfire. Her sly, soft grin never faltered as she could feel the wave of uncertainty shiver down the brute, his pelt shaking and prickling. Ah, so she had pushed some buttons, had she? Flattening her hears down on her cranium, smooth and eloquent, she slithered and arched her neck to curl out from his grasp. Weasel her way out just as she had weaseled her way in.

He stepped backwards, and Rita would remain still, sitting. Her soft, bushy tail curled around her forepaws, ears still flattened and eyes looking with the warmest and most sincere gazes up at him.

"I figure we all need some space don't we."

She'd tilt her head to her left, glancing absently at the ground to her side as she clicked her tongue. "If you need it..." she said wistfully, making sure to let him know that it was clearly him who was uncomfortable. She had no qualms about the whole situation, it just seemed like it was he who was making it awkward. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, she'd lift her head up again, turning to look at him again, a soft smile offered with the expectation that it'd just as soon be rejected. The simple men, the ones with heavy conscience, they were the ones that didn't know how to handle flamboyant females. Made her all the more intrigued.

"And do pardon my manners Rita, my name is Thane Tsarev."

She'd chuckle light-heartedly in response, lifting herself to all fours casually and flickering her tail gently behind her. "Thane, quite a strong name." His gaze never faltered, cold and inquisitive towards her. He may suspect her, but she didn't care enough to let it affect her. Instead she retained her smile, eyes obliviously turning away to gaze up at the seemingly endless trees, noting how they stretched up into forever, casting the ample shade over the creatures it towered over. Strong, powerful, dominating - oh how she wished to be a tree.

"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."

Dropping her gaze to meet his, she took notes. His posture, his tone, his distance. "Hmph"ing softly to herself, Rita shrugged away his suspicions, she'd prick and poke until something happened.

"Valhalla... an' trespassing? I would never dream o' intentionally squattin' on yer borders, deary." Eyes widening, she'd duck her head a bit, tail drooping solemnly, "An' I toldya I was lost, otherwise I wouldn't have ended up 'ere." That kinda took away from the whole point of being lost, now didn't it? It seemed childish and petty that she'd have to reiterate that point, was he really that thickheaded? Rolling her shoulders, she turned to face the direction she'd come from, ear turned to listen back towards Thane.

Hesitation.

"If yer so eager ta get ridda me, just tell me whicha way ta go..."

Make him choose.

Make him decide on the final draw.

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