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When she drew nearer, Trent recognised the scent. It sent shivers down his spine, and he wasn't sure if they were good or bad ones. It made him want to crawl down in submission and roar out in dominance. Most of all, it made him want to hide under a rock until she was gone. Unfortunately, he had no rock. All he had was a mostly empty room that felt cold and unpersonal. Not like a den that he had scratched out himself, not like the cold night sky as he fell asleep in the tall grasses of his home. Just a room. That was mostly empty. Nowhere to hide.
Knowing that he could not hide in this room for ever, Trent carefully poked at his door. He was in his optime form, although he did not feel entirely confident in it yet. But it made handling doors a lot easier, at least. There was a screeching sound as it opened and he carefully poked his nose around the edge of the door.
Looking at her, she looked pretty, he supposed. Uh...
What was he supposed to say? Trent raked his mind for all of the advice his parents had ever given him, and ended up saying something dumb. You're really beautiful.
The words were not passionate or seductive; merely calculated and matter-of-factly. Because even though she was beautiful, it didn't matter much beyond giving her a compliment. Well, he knew it was supposed to mean more... His head still poked around the door, fingers clasped to the door's edge like clasping to a lifeboat on a stormy ocean, Trent figured he had to look pretty ridiculous.