Sex: Male<b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;"> Though he was not about to openly admit that there were bigger plans here for him in the future, he was glad that she could see there being some worth in him after all. Inkheart had a pretty good idea of how things were going to go about in the future and if he played all of his cards at the right time and to the right players, he could be handed a millionaire’s profit. In response he nodded like he understood that praise of awaiting these specific plans.
In a way, he was not surprised that she led her own pack but shocked at how she had come to lead in less than seven months. What hit him a little harder was that she had a mate which was to be expected from their earlier exchange of words but to know it still let his inner jealousy catch a hold of him. Luckily, he was still able to control these feelings so that none of that showed. Instead, he gave a firm <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">“congratulations” that was believable thanks to his control to not grit his teeth. Words did not fit him very well in the hard sense, not understanding that he should be saying a lot more like an average, friendly pack wolf.
Her invitation was generous but he could not foresee himself being there unless he was able to call her his own. <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">“I appreciate the offer but I haven’t truly decided whether a pack is suitable to my chosen lifestyle,” which was (for the most part) unpredictable and crafty. He did what felt right and he took care of himself whenever the chance arose but helping other wolves out when he could barely care for another was out of the question. Inkheart barely kept himself out of danger and when it comes to others to look out for; he would never trust himself to do such a thing.
In silent thought, he kept quiet as to allow her a chance to speak of anything else because as far as he was concerned he would have stayed there all day just listening to her talk with her French accent. Whatever she wanted to talk about, he would stay with her and listen; however, talking about her mate and perhaps her future children probably would make him a tad bit uncomfortable.
In a way, he was not surprised that she led her own pack but shocked at how she had come to lead in less than seven months. What hit him a little harder was that she had a mate which was to be expected from their earlier exchange of words but to know it still let his inner jealousy catch a hold of him. Luckily, he was still able to control these feelings so that none of that showed. Instead, he gave a firm <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">“congratulations” that was believable thanks to his control to not grit his teeth. Words did not fit him very well in the hard sense, not understanding that he should be saying a lot more like an average, friendly pack wolf.
Her invitation was generous but he could not foresee himself being there unless he was able to call her his own. <b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;">“I appreciate the offer but I haven’t truly decided whether a pack is suitable to my chosen lifestyle,” which was (for the most part) unpredictable and crafty. He did what felt right and he took care of himself whenever the chance arose but helping other wolves out when he could barely care for another was out of the question. Inkheart barely kept himself out of danger and when it comes to others to look out for; he would never trust himself to do such a thing.
In silent thought, he kept quiet as to allow her a chance to speak of anything else because as far as he was concerned he would have stayed there all day just listening to her talk with her French accent. Whatever she wanted to talk about, he would stay with her and listen; however, talking about her mate and perhaps her future children probably would make him a tad bit uncomfortable.
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