Summer tried to press herself through the wall, gazing up at the man. His heavy accent took her a moment to decipher, since half her brain was caught up with the strangeness of the sense of him. He tasted … wild. Not like caveman wild, but like a wild animal, a little shy, a little dangerous. She let out a slow breath, and shook her head.
“Ahre yoh ahlright?” he asked, his eyes moving up to scope out the area. When Dimitri was in human form, his sense of smell is always dimmed than it would be in wolf form. He didn’t smell anything except dirty alleyway, “Yoh seem scahred,” he said softly, watching her. His entire body was relaxed, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t spring into a fight or move to defend within seconds.
She nodded, in answer to the first. It wasn’t true, but he didn’t need to know that. Didn’t need to be in any danger. The tension slowly slid out of her body; she couldn’t sense the hunter, and this man was a puzzle. A slight frown creased her brow, and she lifted a hand toward him, like she would touch his face.