A smirk pulled at the corners of her lips as she regarded the other, his words causing the faintest of chuckles to spill from her lips. Don’t tempt me with a good time, she murmured to the stranger.

Although when he rose, Sable was quick to rear backward, her steps dancing atop the snow as her head would duck and her ears would lower. Though quick, she had not been fast enough to avoid all the water that seeped from his coat. Droplets remained sprinkled across her features, dotting her muzzle, ears, and cheek as she flashed him a curious glint—tentatively holding back any other emotions that wished to leak out.

Though her lips parted to speak, Dimitri’s voice registered first—stealing her words and explanations that she held for the stranger.

With an inaudible sigh, Sable dipped her chin toward a nod, A portal, she said half-amusingly, reluctantly agreeing with the other with a flick of her tail. That’s what they believed, at least. Although, Sable wasn’t so sure.

As he said, it happens. A dismissive twitch of an ear followed her attention toward the water-logged wolf, You must be confused, she started, Care to walk with me? I’ll give you a tour.