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It seemed that she was doing more than just observing him; she was storing him, for lack of a better description, storing him in the canvasses of her mind as one would a peculiarity in their everyday lives. Something to remember if boredom struck. Everywhere that ruby gaze traveled his skin prickled uncomfortably, thankfully hidden beneath the voluminous waves of his Merle-patterned pelt. The lad yin question had a striking pelt of her own - Black, deepest ebony, like a starless night sky, clashing against purest snow-white, so pure and fresh that he would never have guessed of the gore it had been splattered with, only the day previous.
If she liked what she saw, the coyote hybrid gave little indication except for a brisk nod of the head, at which Caillen allowed his submissive posture to relax slightly, that flagged plume-tail sweeping in slow side-to-side motions. He probably would have been quite all right if it hadn't been for the soft touch of her own tail, sliding alongside his flank, making the poor youth freeze up warily all over again. He had been attacked by frosty women a lot lately, and even this smallest of contact made sky-blue eyes flicker at her anxiously, looking for any signs of aggression. Head remained lowered - Caillen had been taught the hard way that manners were imperative, and it was simply a part of his upbringing to be submissive. It seemed there was not an aggressive bone in the boy's entire body, but that was not true, either; He had the potential to be fiercely loyal, and who knew what havoc rage could wreak in a body as large and powerful as the gentle giant's?
However, he was meek as a lamb in the presence of this newest acquaintance, owlish-wide eyes watching her ever-still. Her rhetoric question made his floppy ear flick quizzically, for by now she was circling him, and out of view unless Cai turned to face her (which he dared not, preferring instead to allow the pixie-nymph her stature). He felt a cold, dainty nose quivering at his side, drawing in his own unique scent. The scent had always meant trouble for him - It confused friends and foe alike, that strange smell, that foreign and alien aspect to him. It came from his coat, which in itself was marker enough for the mistrusting eyes of those who saw foreigners as a threat.
Caillen hoped the pretty lady didn't feel the same as them.
Finally, she halted before him again, and when he dared look upon her masked face once more, it was to take note of a dangerously wicked smile there. However, the grin was quickly replaced by her soft voice once more, echoing his own words in a way that made the depths of his stomach tremble, wary and confused. It seemed to be an ironic game of cat and mouse, considering the reversal of their sizes.
"Aislin... Aislin dee lah Croix. That is a lovely name, Miss dee lah Croix." His accent, faint though it was, twisted the lovely sounds slightly. Smiling hopefully, Caillen lifted his head to try and watch her as she enclosed him in a predatory circle once more. She stopped before him again, and the wolfdog offered what he hoped was his most polite and endearing smile, sinking down onto his haunches to lay before her on the ground. It was a sign of respect, showing that by laying down he was trusting her not to attack, and offering her the full height advantage over his much larger form. "Aislin." He tasted the word once more, rolling it around his maw, mentally pinning it to the picture of the black and white beauty.
Her closeness made him uncomfortable, but not wanting to offend her, the foreigner hid it away. His tail still wagged flippantly against the mulch, forepaws tangling up in his long checkered scarf. "I am Caillen Winters. Many apologies if I was t-t-trespassing, Miss. I picked up no scents here-about, and did not mean to walk onto your land."
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