Falling in the black Slipping through the cracks
"Dierdre Rhiannon." He repeated her name slowly, putting her face and scent to memory with this name. After Skoll meeting these werewolves was a little easier, at least this one was mild looking. "I .... I can escort you to your den ..... that is if you'd ... like ..." Styx had yet to met Pilot, or hear of his mate and what became of their relationship. This meant that he needed to keep an eye on this lady just in case she was no longer welcome in Storm. "Or if you'd like me to call....someone else...." Such a confident boy, eh?
He shifted his weight uneasily. "You're..... a shifter .... right?" He asked a little uncertainly despite being quite sure that she was. It was clear as a bell after all. But that was Styx, always second guessing himself. "I'm ... not." How blatantly intelligent. Poor Styx wasn't much of a conversation starter.
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