Mekoa raised her large, dark eyes to the wolf-man. When he stared talking, everything clicked. She had seen him before. It had been at a job years back - her first, in fact. A meager lord wanted the Shadows to get rid of some unwanted business, an illegitimate daughter to be exact. And his body guard was a man with jet black hair and pristine white ears.<br/><br/>"No," she nearly whispered in the suffocating night. "I do not want a pet, nor do I want a trophy." Mekoa placed the silk wrapped swords into the stranger's hands. "Besides, I have my own toys to play with."