Levi has never been the best at sharing. Well, in most aspects. When it came to women, he would be more than happy to share a bed and some mangled sheets as they delved ever deeper into a moment of passion. He hardly minded sharing what little space there was to be found on a dance floor with some pretty face lost in the deafening music as her slender body would sway and brush against his own. If anything, the dog loved the adrenaline rush that came with chasing a perfect stranger, someone that he would never see again come the early hours of morning before even the sun decided to awaken, rising over the far eastern horizon. However, one had to wonder if he would mind sharing his space in such a way that was not nearly as personal â€" or pleasurable. He'd never really been in a situation where he'd roomed with someone. Hell, even couch surfing was a venture that he never really considered necessary, the were perfectly content to live the "high life of homelessness" by spending a few nights lost in the depths of the wilderness where the canine part of Levi could do as the predator so craved. There was nothing quite like the feeling of complete and total freedom, hence why he never bothered himself with trying to live more as the human in him would have preferred. Soft beds and couches were a luxury that wasn't often high on his list of priorities. No, that was the need for a meal to fill his stomach and some cash in his pocket where he could get it, neither of which were too difficult for him to obtain. And, in all honesty, even if they were a challenge to get his teeth, paws, or hands on, the more interesting it made things. The rush of hunting, the challenge that was posed in order to be successful in his thieving, it was all a high that the dog reveled in, often welcoming any obstacles â€" living or not â€" to try and get between him and what he'd deemed as a prize to win.

Some would say that this made him reckless, and perhaps to an extent, it did. But where was the fun in living if it wasn't living dangerously? He couldn't understand how others could live such a mundane existence, allowing for themselves to become startlingly complacent in having everything handed to them. After all, if it was as simple as the dog waltzing into the middle of a field and those often-wily rabbits practically just leaping up and into his jaws, the chances that he would be perhaps a touch on the spoiled and pudgy side were much, much too high for the were to even think of. If all he had to do was walk into some bar in the city, give some beautiful woman a cheeky grin and even cheekier pick-up line for her to be ensnared within the web of his charms that were not always successful in capturing a one-night stand for him, then how would stealing those sheets be even remotely satisfying to him? While he was a predator by nature, taking great pleasure in the hunt and the thrill of a good chase â€" whether for food or passionate evenings with a face he would forget in the days that would follow â€" where he could seize them, he didn't mind the occasional easy lay or even an easy meal that didn't have fur, legs, and a strong instinct to run when he came after it. Sometimes, the were would find himself in a state of laziness, preferring that things would be easy. That was the opportunistic animal in him which would hardly turn his nose up at something too good not to take. However, in those moments where Levi was given the chance between something challenging or another which was just waiting around to be stolen, swooned, or devoured... the odds that the were would opt for the more challenging was surprisingly greater than the other. He was not a scavenger, after all. On most days, anyway. He would admit that it was difficult to ignore something or someone all too ripe for the taking, and he was greedy and gluttonous enough to even consider the chances that he might be able to obtain both, but it was almost an addiction for him to take his chances on something with considerably more risk to it. Besides, was there not a saying that went something along the lines of "the forbidden fruits are often the sweetest"... or whatever? Levi wasn't a poet or philosopher or anything, but that certainly seemed right in his books.

All in all, it was hard to say if the dog would be content to share his "well-earned" spoils with another. Especially food. He was content to surrender his personal space, whether it be to a man or woman, he hardly cared much in that aspect. In all truthfulness, the were wouldn't deny that he could appreciate a well-built male, and it would also be a lie to say that he did not enjoy the occasional opportunity at making a straight fellow uncomfortable with forward advances. After all, Levi more or less thrived on chaos and disorder, took an almost unhealthy amount of satisfaction or pleasure in making others uncomfortable or rocking the steady ship of their world for a few fleeting moments. It was a game to him, and one that the were would never grow tired of. To have each and every little thing only a flick of his tail or snap of his fingers away... it took the excitement out of life. Sure, he would get caught and thrown behind bars if he wasn't sly enough with an act of theft, he might go without a meal if he wasn't fast enough to catch that damn rabbit, or he might end up meandering back to his cheap apartment instead of following a pretty woman home for the night, but every failure only posed a challenge for him to try and conquer. He would find ways to be stealthier, anticipate where the burrows might be, or he might even learn a new trick that might get him further with the females. They say that wisdom comes with age, and success from the ashes left behind by failure, and Levi would actually have to agree with such a statement. He's certainly come a long way from trying to steal candy bars from the local mini markets down the street in his neighborhood, become a more skillful and cunning predator, and even managed to somehow become a better charmer than most might think he could be â€" though this was mostly because he didn't always try and play the "charming Casanova" card. Not all women were into that sort of thing, after all. Of all the chases the were enjoyed, it was always pursuing a female that often gave him the biggest rush. They were always so complex, some terribly determined to resist him, and it made things far more interesting than stealing fancy watches and personal belongings he could try and make some money off of.

The wild dog stands there with head tilted ever so slightly, large and rounded ears pressed forward with keen interest as he stands there so boldly close to the sabled feline with glowing amethyst eyes that settle over his much smaller frame. It seemed suicidal, and it could easily be considered as such a thing with how he had so brazenly approached another that could easily overpower the dog, but even when that animalistic side to Levi knew he should be wary, the human counterpart only warned to be watchful, that this could potentially be one of the most intriguing encounters he's experienced in a long while. His life could use a little spicing up. The tigress then stalks over to him with grace, closing the distance so much so that her fur is brushes against his painted side, only stopping to scent along his face, neck, and chest. Where the food had been."Good thing I'm not one for personal space", he says then, giving his tail a couple raised wags as he dares to return her exploration, black snout extended to take in her own scent, catching notes of the trees and underbrush from the outskirts of the city. Suddenly, the light paws of another steal the attention of large and rounded ears, the wild dog lifting his head to glance towards the hill sloping downward. The moonlight gleams against silver streaked along the back of the other canine that appears, trotting over just as boldly as Levi had moments ago. The jackal comes to settle near the dog and the tigress, humor touching his words as Levi regards him, dark eyes gleaming with intrigue at the other male."Nah, the party was just getting started. Right, sweetheart?", he replied, his first string meant for the jackal before looking back to the tigress who seemed to be regarding the jackal with that same predatory look she'd given him after likely smelling the cheeseburger scent coating his muzzle. The dog detected the aroma of fish upon the jackal male, and needless to say, he was rather curious on exactly what might happen next just as he was if the tigress would have anything to say. Not that he had any reservations against quiet women. It was nice not having to listen to pointless chatter...
but if he got him into her sheets then he hardly minded feigning concern or interest.

What the dog definitely didn't expect was for the female to decide on shifting. Right now. This was a first for Levi, just having run into another were female, the first woman in general since his arrival to Sacrosanct being a feisty witch he'd chased down the streets of the east side only a few days ago not far from his thoughts, but now he was to watch as her frame began to shift. Fur gave way to skin, her frame growing extremely slight as the tigress disappears and a petite - and naked - asian woman sits there in the grass of the ridge the threesome have come to on this summer's night. He tilts his head towards her, curious as dark eyes wander over her skin to notice the unusual number of scars that marred her otherwise pale and bare human flesh. Perhaps from the mauling that rendered her human? Who knows. Levi had been born were, having having undergone such a drastic change before, and he was entirely content with this fact. It was then that the wordless female thrusts an open palm toward the dog and the jackal in a gesture that even the canine in him understands. She wanted something. The food that he had no leftovers of? He supposed he could regurgitate part of his meal... but that likely wouldn't appeal to anyone here, even if it was buried within Levi's instincts to do so at such a request. Mostly because of the whole "doesn't share food" thing. So, he turns and trots over to the undergrowth, rustling through some brambles before he finds what it was he had been looking for only seconds ago. A stick. To be more specific, it was a broken branch from the bramble bush he'd been rummaging in for all of two minutes. Taking it between his teeth, he back out of the undergrowth and gives himself a shake, though he is far from concerned about the webs, leaves, and thorns that have become ensnared in his multicolored pelt. Padding over to the asian woman, he placed the branch into her open hand only to sit there next to her on his haunches, tail sweeping idly over the dried grass as he watches her, head tilting to give the expression of "is this what you wanted?", despite knowing entirely well that it wasn't.

But hey, it was better than nothing. That, and Levi was certainly not the serious type, a doggish grin upon his canine features as his pink tongue flops over pearly teeth on the left side of his parted jaw. He looks over to the jackal now, finding himself curious as to what it was he would do.