At one time, Scarlett may have been naive to the intentions of the wild dog, not seeing his words for anything other than innocent compliments. At one time she may have even swooned and been swept off her feet by his array of 'kind' words. But the young Were had long since matured, and, with the helpful teachings of Nadya, had learned the deceitful ways of men. She detested the idea of one night stands, what this male before her was surely after. Cheap, meaningless sex with no attachments was not something she would ever be interested in; she wanted a connection with someone, for intimate moments like that to be with someone special. She supposed there were women out there that enjoyed the no strings attached game men loved to play, who would gladly play along with the dogs game. But Scarlett was no prize to be won, she was not playing hard to get because that insinuated that with enough effort he could still get her. The young wolf would never wear down on her convictions and offer a low life like this the satisfaction unless he could offer her genuine redeeming qualities instead of faux smiles and kindness with the only goal of getting in her pants. And she definitely didn't need him telling her she was gorgeous, because she already knew that.

She had given him his chance and he had squandered it almost immediately, taking what little patience she offered to entertain him and twisting it into annoyance. Her emerald gaze watched him wearily, her distaste clearly written in her canine body language and the looks she threw him. It was too bad really that he ended up being an untrained mutt, she always liked making new friends and was also known to be feisty and quite fun. She rolled her shoulders in the canine equivalent of a shrug at his response to her pondering if the words he had offered her ever actually worked on anyone. Perhaps he was right, that it did work more often than she thought, she was certain there were innocent, gullible women he came across who missed the deceitful nature of his words. Yet she also thinks he over exaggerates his answer, that there were more women who were aware of his intentions and steered clear. Truthfully she would never know, and she was not about to become another one of his statistics.

Initially she had been inquisitive to see a Were Wild dog. His kind was certainly a rarity, in all her years in the city she had never seen, nor even heard, of another wild dog as far as canine Were species went. Yet his behavior had her quickly losing any interest she may have held, and she certainly wasn't about to get any closer; he'd probably drool on her with his mouth hanging open in some kind of canine grin. Her ears fell flat as he called her babe, detesting how the word sounded coming from someone like him. She watches as he lifts his leg and scratches at himself, a snort of air leaving her onyx nose as her emerald eyes find themselves rolling once more. "I definitely don't want to be closer to someone who probably has flees," She mused, taking several steps back and out of the creek just in case he truly did have some form of parasite living on him; though perhaps the only parasite here was him as he was Hell bent on sucking the enjoyment from the day she once held. It was hot, but certainly too early for mosquitoes to be out and about, yet here he was before her.

Gentle rain drops began to beat upon the wolf's cream and chocolate coat. For a moment she glanced upwards, drops trickling down her muzzle. If only this male hadn't come and ruined her evening. It would have been far more enjoyable to be left to peace and quiet, to enjoy the sound of the rain dancing on the forest floor, the smell of the parched plants celebrating water, and the feeling of the liquid seeping into her coat. It was tempting to use her power and create a thunderstorm and strike him with lightning, or perhaps a hailstorm and pelt him with large balls of ice. Yet the wolf had was also not willing to waste her energy on the dog. Her ears twitched lightly as he offered an excuse for being out in the forest and ruining her evening. She was almost certain now that everything that came out of his mouth was worthy of an eye roll or a snort. If he was truly out to meet others, he'd have gone to a bar, not into the middle of a forest. It was purely luck that he stumbled upon her, yet he would act as though it was fate. "I assure you, I'm quite boring," she said, turning away from the male and beginning to trot off with a well aimed tail flick meant to hit him in the face, though knowing the pesky bug he was he would be right on her tail following her. Her evening had already been ruined, might as well head home and try and salvage it in the safety of her back yard with a panther that would eat the dog following her or a stallion that would crush his skull in with one well placed kick. "Long enough," she answered his question simply, hoping to bore him into leaving.