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Current Objective: Thinking ---
Form: Optime >>> Lupus.----
Mood: Agitated--
.She was right, he would fight dirty. And that was just how he was, dirty tactics were still tactics at the end of the day, ad she was right to want to learn to defend against them. Although right as he was about to start, plotting a swift sand in the eyes, another presence ruined the moment entirely. Jaden, how atypical. He would arrive just as the fun was about to begin, and like a vacuum suck the mood out into the void of X’ies natural logical state. But there was something different this time, X’ies tilted his head as X’yrin spoke between the two, at this point in time Jaden and X’ies were conversely different. X’ies had groomed recently (see expectations) Jaden had not. As of such there was a variety of strange smells accompanying the males entrance. One of which caught X’ies nostrils and immediately dragged him into the silence of his logical thinking.
It was the same smell as the girl on the borders, the same smell as the merchant. He did not know her name, but the smell brought him right back to the thoughts of the days before. Just what was their connection? He would walk towards Jaden, slow step at a time, shifting back to his Lupus form as he did so, it was the form that he did his best thinking in, his most comfortable state. By the time he had reached the midpoint between Jaden and X’y he stopped, fully changed and commented. ”…You smell strange…..haven’t you been grooming yourself Issum?...”. He took another sniff of the air, then moved away from him, disinterested.
”…You should probably get around to it…..setting a bad example....you smell of blood…sweat…and…..a certain yellow dog…”.
The moment he mentioned the yellow dog. He would turn around, his cold calculating eyes staring into the eyes of the Alpha. Awaiting his reaction. X’ies still didn’t know the extent of the connection between Jaden and the Yellow dog. But they had met recently if this smell was anything to go by, and it wasn’t on the pack borders. This time it was close enough to touch. Close enough for her to leave a scent on him.
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