"Chill." I discreetly took a step towards him, glancing around the empty hall to be certain there were no maids around.
He watched me, like a scared dog, trying to know what I'm doing. "Your tattoos are beautiful," I closed the distance between us, making certain that I didn't walk fast.
He watched me until I got close to him and touched him. He froze but didn't step back, and that made me fully touch him. I traced the wolf on his back, following the body until I got to a beautiful waterfall.
"How did you get this one?"
"I was the one who discovered it three years ago." He answered, knowing exactly what I was asking him about.
"Wow."
"The number of tattoos on our body signifies our strength. Mine is the number of times I have gone on a successful hunt." His voice got dim a bit.
"Wow."
That explains why the other prince only had three wolves.
"One of your brothers only has three wolves and he —"
"Benda?"
"Hmm."
