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Rurik Russo · 05-26-2010, 09:55 AM

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More than anything else, Rurik was a patient and kindly man, and he was willing to wait for this canine to become comfortable with him. Though their last meeting had not gone nearly as well as he had planned, the silver-shaded hybrid had high hopes for this one; it was already going quite well, in his eyes. She was quite pretty—her caramel-colored fur and russet-shaded hair contrasted quite well with her violet-colored eyes, and her body was the picture of youth in its prime. Rurik was aging, of course—at nearly eight years old he would be lucky to catch something as fine as this. “Rurik Russo. А тебя? Неужели у тебя красивое имя чтобы они соответствовали вашим красивым лицом,” he said, smiling earnestly. If there was one thing all women seemed to enjoy, it was compliments—and Rurik was not short on them.

She invited him to sit by her fire, and he took this as a good sign, and nodded his head. “Это звучит как хорошая идея,” the man said. He wanted to compliment on the rabbit, but he did not know if she was planning on sharing this; food could sometimes be harder to come by, and he did not wish to impede on her resources. She did not carry a pack's scent, and so Rurik figured she fended for herself. “Вы выглядите как вы бы оценили этот материал,” he said as he settled down on the grass next to the fire, close enough to feel the heat of it on his legs. He pulled his flask from its normal place along his belt and offered it to the lady first. “Сильный,” he warned. He remembered what had happened to Orin quite recently; he did not wish to inflict such a thing on any more unsuspecting canines.

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