The chocolate yearling watched as she stretched her slender limbs and shook, a motion which caused her silky fur to ripple over lean muscle. She looked away bashfully and he flashed a charming smile, but even now he knew it was all a game, if only in his subconscious. The animal brain listened to pheromones and chemical signals, and it knew she wasn't looking for sex. But even then, he couldn't be offended; he still liked the attention. “Hnn,” he huffed, a generic contemplative sound, “you've no idea.” She didn't—almost nobody around Crimson Dreams did, and it was that way by design. If this woman propositioned him, he probably wouldn't say no, but he wasn't going to push his luck with a potential pack mate.
Nevertheless, if the flirtation was some ploy to get on his good side, it was working. He'd probably vouch for her if only because she was cute and seemed of good character—calm, respectful, polite. Savina, however, might expect more than a pretty face. He thought back to the first time he heard her question a prospective member; Rook's knowledge of botany and linguistic skills had gotten him in. “We've got a place for anyone with unique talents or skills, I believe... medics, artists, tradesmen, the usual,” he explained, drawing off his past conversation with Ehno as a reference. “But how about a name to start? 'm Barrett.” So long as everything seemed in order, he'd give a yowl for one of the lead females immediately.
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