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Her guard remained up, but her curiosity was slowly tearing it away. "For cutting, my dear." My dear was always the easiest way to get on better side of the Lykoi's nerves, and accompanied with a soft murmur, she turned into a mass of silent admiration. He wasn't dangerous, it seemed. The russet fae stepped closer to the dark male without fear of attack. "I know what they're used for, silly prince." She gave him her title of preference; prince was only used to describe those she felt comfortable near.
"Were you in search of something yourself?"
The de le Poer princess tilted her head away from the wolf for a brief moment. "No, I don't think so. It was just cold outside," she explained, lacing her fingers together behind her neck. Again, her crimson eyes wandered over the rest of the wolf's body, searching for some hidden feature that might give way to who, or what, she was dealing with. "What's your name?" she whispered, one ear falling back against her skull in thought.
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