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He drew in a steady breath, his eyes searching her face for a moment. A moment of weakness as he searched for something more, something he knew he was missing. His back end met the ground rather roughly as he sighed. He drew back his paws, watching as the dirt rippled away in a line as he dug the ground. His ears cocked forward as he listened to her answer his question. He let out a deep grumble, a way of making some room in his mind, securing the name in there.

“Lyra,” He said simply, testing the name out on his tongue. He shook his head, drawing in a yawn. His eyes darted from the ground up to Lyra’s face. So suddenly it startled him for a moment. “Clutch,” He said, giving the female some answer. She had stuck around this long, he figured she deserved something. “Do you like the taste of blood,” He asked outright. His eyes once again taking on the edge of being judgmental.

“Some wolves enjoy the taste of a kill,” He said as he brought his head up fully to look at her. “They enjoy the taste of the adrenaline that flowed through the animals body before they were killed. The bitter taste,” He ended his statement before looking back to search her eyes. He was sure he would find a stunned look, she didn’t seem like a wolf to truly take the pleasure of death to any extent.