/ +211Gunnar grinned and chuckled softly at the flick, his own tail wagging happily behind him. He listened to her intently, nodding occasionally but not holding a candle to her words; packs were trouble. He'd be hesitant to join, even if this darling number bothered to bribe him. Then again, he didn't know her well yet; maybe by the end of the day, she might seem more worth the sacrifice of freedom.
Sounds like paradise. He mused almost sarcastically, not able to help the loner's opinion on packs at all. Too good to be true generally meant a lot more to a loner than a pack wolf. What's it called? I've yet to have heard it. He smiled, sort of glacing her way through the corner of his eye, noting her lack of introductions there.
Still, it was a playful look, a playful tone. Somehow, he couldn't find it in him to treat her like he did most women; mother had always said, women were toys for men and love was only found in a mother for her child. The fact that he felt a strangely familiar but quite different affection for the girl was one that striked his curiousity; would Fia turn out to prove his mother wrong? Maybe. Who knew?
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