Dionysus

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Dionysus stretches long, letting out a large yawn as he leaves his brother Lamb’s Ear’s side. You haven’t been around the Saints’ pack for very long, but he’s definitely been the most eager wolf to approach you by far. 

“Hey there! You’re a new face around here. You staying, or just visiting?” His voice is lower than you expected, catching you only a little off guard, but you shake your head in regards to his question. 

“Just passing through then. I see.” His ears twitch back ever so slightly, but you don’t miss the subtle shift in his tone. 

“I’m assuming your here for Eros, huh. Most of you visitors are, anyway.” 

You’re not here for Eros. Dionysus seems to have something against him, though. 

“You know, before Pollux brought that little bag of bones home and declared him our next future stud, I was going to take that role. Not that I’d want it now. You should see some of the bitches he wanders off with. Not to my taste at all.”

Ah. So that’s where the bitterness was coming from. 

“Not that I even like females, anyhow.” You blink, not really having expected that out of someone still obviously sore about not receiving the studding role in his pack. You shrug slightly, telling him that it’s likely good that he doesn’t have to deal with the tiring business of being a stud, and he can go out and explore, meeting so many new wolves on his scouting expeditions instead. Dionysus wags his tail at this and nods, his mood perking up just that easily. 

“You know, you’re absolutely right. I get a lot of time to hang out with my brother Lamb when we go scouting, too.” He turns to look you in the eye, a small sparkle in the depths of his irises. Irresistible, really.

“Do you wanna come with Lamb and I next time we scout? I have a feeling you’d make some great company.”