Her ear twitched to his call, turning around to see him kneel before her. He was still very shirtless, and her heart pitter pattered at the sight. He has no idea at all that this wolf is the same woman that nearly took advantage of his body earlier. Like a pervert that she has become, she is feeling guiltier by the second. Falling back into her sinful acts and obeying his call. She sat down close, tail wagging behind her.

He chuckled at her eagerness, petting her neck fluff to get close enough to inspect her. He curled his brow, finding nothing. "No collar? Hmm?"

That's because I am a damn werewolf! You dolt!? Her rational head screamed to end this embarrassment, but her body was doing the exact opposite of what her rational mind requested. Out of sheer bliss and disregarding common decency, she licked his face, tasting the aroma and the salt from it. The sweetness of his aroma fills her nostrils. It riled her enough to keep going even though he weakly retorted with a laugh as endearing as his smile.

I am the biggest idiot here.

"Okay... okay. It looks like you'll be staying with me till your owners come looking."

No, I must go back....like now!?

The male pushed her body down and stood up, beaming at her. "You hungry? I got some cured salmon leftover from my lunch?"

Her belly growls. If it is food made by him, she must try it. Her tail wags and she start panting excessively. She is that excited to feast on some salmon.

"I guess you understand me." He chuckles at her eagerness, walking towards the kitchen. She cautiously followed, stopping just at where the carpet ends, and the marbling squares begin. Idonea sat right down, watching him work on a bowl of what seemed to be filled with salmon. Her jaws pooled with drool, and she licked any that slipped, ashamed that she was letting her hunger get the best of her. So, she curled up on the ground, keeping her eyes away from him and allowing them to travel about the house. It is huge for just one person. Why would he want this much space and seclusion? She can understand the seclusion. Being that he keeps his image as a radio host a secret. But the size of it doesn't make sense, it just feels too lonely for one person. Is his sadness a side effect of living alone in such a big house?

"Here pup." He plopped down a delicious full glass bowl of cured salmon. He smiled at her, sending electricity through her body. His smile goaded her to eat. So, she stood up to munch at the cured salmon pieces. Good enough to devour it in seconds.

"Hmm. Your fur is as red and pretty...like Idonea's." He watched her the whole time.

His comparison made her ear twitch, but there was no way he could tell that it was really Idonea in wolf form. She is just going to have to stay naive.

Licking the bowl clean, he took it away to wash. His face had a tinge of sadness as he said, "It's silly, but your presence and smell remind me of a woman that I am seeing...I'm afraid I might have ruined things between us."

Smell?! Idonea gulped, wondering if maybe the conditioner she used never diluted. She even turned her wet nose to check. Even though she sprinted through the woods, there was still a soft hint of lilac underneath the woodsy smell. It makes sense that she could smell it...but because he was able to have raised some mental alarms. He has a way better sense of smell than...perceived.

As she scrutinized him, suddenly the need to get answers got snuffed from the larger need to comfort the saddened mortal. She lowered her head, padded over to the male, and leaned against his leg. It wasn't all his fault how things turned out; she just doesn't have any self-control apparently.

"Haha, seriously. You are very smart. There's no time to wallow now." He wiped his hands clean from the water and petted her head. "Come to bed. I am going to need the rest to find your owners!"

Eep...bed!? Her heart pounded to her ears, being in his room before initiating a serious relationship is making her mind spiral. And apparently, he noticed her frozen up wolf self when she stayed put instead of following him.

"What's wrong pup?" He eyed her more than the steps, a couple of glances later he figured out a problem that wasn't hers. "Ah! You must be afraid of steps! Well...I'll carry you."

What but I weigh too- It didn't matter, he carried her up the flight of steps. When he reached the floor level he wanted, he placed her down with a chuckle. Not even a glint of sweat was present. "See? Not so scary."

What the hell? A normal human can't carry two hundred pounds up a flight of steps and not strain. This is very odd; she lifts her nose to speculatively take a whiff. He smelled as sweet and alluring as ever, but no sign of otherworldly involvement. He certainly doesn't smell like her kind, and he certainly lacks the skills of a werewolf. He struggled to see at night, and he would have realized by now that she was a werewolf with just smell alone.

It begs the question that he might be something else, but that's crazy.

The only other supernatural beings she ever met are vampires...and they are just a human-born infection. Awful things.

He doesn't shy away from the sun, so that means he is not a vampire. With all her thinking, she noticed that he had already walked off and entered one of the doors up there. He whistled for her to come, she nearly snarled to herself for going for it in the end. She trotted into his room and froze just to look at every part of it.

Beige walls, with two windows on the side, and posters of bands that he must have liked in large picture frames. The room is big enough for a Californian king-sized bed, oddly too large for just one person, and full of pillows. On one side of the room is a mannequin wearing the furred-speckled cloak that she saw him wear on the first time they met. Ignoring the male that was looking through his closet for something, she trotted up the mannequin and sniffed at the fur. He mentioned it being made of seals, which explains some of the distant scent of one. But what is it about this that is so strange to her?

It's just fur...weirdo. Her wolf nose wrinkled up. The time she had with the cloak was shortened by one persistent male.

"You can't have that, my pretty pup." The beautiful man hugged a comforter in his arms and grinned. "That is worth more than my career. Not to worry!"

He adjusted the comforter on one side of the bed. Suggesting that he intended to have her lie on his bed.

Seriously, I am going to have to correct his trustworthiness.

"You'll be sleeping in a comfortable bed tonight, what a lucky girl!" He was more excited than her about it, patting the extra comforter straight on top of the bed. He tried his very best to hint to her that this was going to be her spot for the night. He yawned then with an equally exhausted stretch of his body. "Not the company that I expected, but certainly a fun one. Maybe Idonea would know who your owners are?"

Oh no... I must go back. Her ears rest hard on her skull, tail tucked between her legs. That triggered Leas to come to her and pet her head, looking very concerned. "What spooked you, pup? Is this bed too high for you too?"

Him saying so woke her from the moment of anxiety. She had to play the part of a lost dog, at least till he fell asleep. Once he is unconscious, she can slip out at night and return to her apartment. It is the only way she can get out of this situation.

She licked his hand then hopped onto the side of the bed readied for her, noting how her body sank into the mattress. It was so comfortable, she huffed in satisfaction all the sudden feeling the whole day weighed down on her.

"Never mind then", He chuckled, walking around the mattress to what must be his side of the bed.

He laid right down, covering his half naked body beneath the blanket. He sighed just like her, "Going to bed never gets old. But I always fear that I will wake up one day having to go away again... if you catch my drift?"

She twitched her ear, listening but having no way to respond. Even if she could, she found his statement so strange. What is it about his lifestyle outside of Kilkeel that he can't stand?

"Maybe it's crazy for me to ask a dog about the unfairness of life obligations. Just stay a happy little dog, it's better for you that way." He shut the lights off with a room controller and snuggled into his bed. Even though they sleep in the same bed, the bed is big enough to fit two more people. However, her heart still raced, remembering that she was in Leas's room. He ended it with this, "Good night pup. I hope to see you tomorrow morning..."

Her heart panged at his words, thinking what real reason she had to leave his side now. She could sense how excited he was to have some company, even one that was as furry as hers.

I'll give you the morning, then I am leaving. Her snout snorts in her newfound resolution. Maybe if she stayed, she could see how he works. That has always been eating at her mind.

Sleep did not come for her right away. Her eyes studied her roommate for a while. Focusing on the way he allowed sleep to take over, how he preferred to stretch out his limbs versus curling up. How he eventually discarded his blanket and some of the pillows.

Gosh he's restless... She scoffs, crawling to him just to try to tuck the blanket over him. Kind of hard with no hands, she used her jaw. Getting this close proved to be dangerous. He wrapped his arm over her and, with the strength of a thousand men, he reeled her furry body to him. His freckled face shoved into her furry mane; her heart stopped at the shock.

What is he doing!? He seemed to settle into this newfound position, cuddling her unconsciously. His aroma and touch sent shockwaves within her, the wrong kind of shock waves. She tried to slip out, but he held on stronger.

To keep herself grounded, she stared at the mannequin and counted the seconds. There is no way he can keep this up all night, right? Eventually, he will need to change positions.

His light snoring indicated otherwise, and doom set in. She is going to be stuck like this all night.

Gods...help me...

Leas’s embrace made her feel so safe, strange enough. He snuggled so close, his warmth making her skin tingle. He smelled and felt so good close, almost like she wouldn't have it any other way. Her tail wags lazily, resting her head on her front legs.

...This is kind of nice. It reminded the wolf of the time her pack would cuddle out in the wilderness to stay warm. This felt just the same with the added affliction of pure attraction. Why is she fighting this feeling?

She thought this with a low grumble resonating in her throat. Snorting pathetically when she comes to only one conclusion...he is a mortal. Their attraction would only be fleeting to her. For him, he would see it otherwise, he would grow old and die before her eyes like many other mortals she met in her life. And there is nothing that she can change about that.

Nothing.