but you don't really care for music, do ya?

Levent Kartal · 05-20-2012, 12:44 PM

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The Turkish wolf waited with unusual excitement and nerves for her response, not sure if she absolutely hated him from their last meeting or if she was willing to let bygones be bygones. He almost held his breath as her ruddy ears turned, but she only bestowed a small smile upon him and returned the greeting. Her lovely auburn eyes betrayed nothing positive or negative, and he had to remind himself once again that they could not see. With that knowledge, the courtesy grin on his lips faded away, and he glanced down at his feet.

Her offer made the smile return, however. I would love one, he answered warmly, and reached for one on her palm. It wasn’t until his hand hovered over hers that he realized he should have waited for her to hold it out, but he only reached with his other hand too. One gently held hers while the other took the strawberry, and it was with regret he stepped back again.

His pleasure was audible as he bit into the ripe fruit, sighing and licking the juice from his lips. He took his time eating it, all the while considering what to say to her next. Had she been any other female, he might have teased her with a question, such as asking if she’d fought any cougars lately. As dense as he could be, however, he knew that would only incite bad feelings, and that was far from his goal. Swallowing the last bite, he tossed the leafy bit into the grass.

It’s good to meet you again, Levent said cordially, his voice so light one might not think he’d chosen his words very carefully. I noticed this town was near your pack; do you come here often? At last some playfulness cloaked his words, but the question was genuine.

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