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He admires your strong moral compass and finds your empathetic nature to be equal parts endearing and curious. While he doesn't fully understand why you have so much concern for the wellbeing of other humans (Though, he supposes, Maybe it's just your species' sentimentality?), Wolf is attracted to your sense of duty and find you to be honorable, forthright, and confident. These are all traits he values, and to know a human that embodies them vicariously fills him with pride. The cultural differences between the two of you intrigue him, and though he isn't nearly as chatty as you, if you offer Wolf good conversations, he'll reciprocate.

If you two stay platonic, he will see you as an equal on hunts and other eliminating of infestations, if he is tasked to do so. Wolf will want you to assist him, as he thinks you are capable enough to do so (Your fear of heights might rear its head, but Wolf will only tease you with it once... maybe twice). He may butt heads with you if there are third party lives at stake— What you'd call innocent, he calls collateral— but if you are persistent, he'll do more to help those around you rather than just slay the kiande amedha. He admires your bravery, and will wonder forever how so much bravery can fit inside such (in comparison to him) a tiny creature. For him, you make things more interesting, tenfold.

As your romantic partner, he'd treat you virtually the same as he would if you stayed his hunt-partner. Wolf isn't the most outwardly affectionate and intimacy is Not his strong suit. And as an Elite, Wolf is older and therefore very by-the-book when it comes to Romance and Love (Such foreign concepts to him...), so he will act in accordance to how Yautja are supposed to behave with the one they intend to propose being lifemates with. It brings a level of rigid discipline and rules into the relationship (more for show than anything), but it also means Wolf is experienced, wise, and brings a level of maturity into the relationship other Yautja won't.

He is incredibly committed to you, and in accordance to Yautja social rules, will perform all the right and correct courting and mating rituals in order to keep your interest in being his lifemate (as any good Yautja male would). Be it displays of his strength or prowess or hunting and cooking your favorite fish or obeying a command should you give it, Wolf will happily do what he must in order to prove his worth to you. Likewise, he loves when you are considerate of him as well, and his guilty pleasure— Should you ever offer it— is massages (Old man behavior).

And part of his role as a respectable Yautja male includes courting gifts, so don't be too surprised to see you end up with a lot of (What he'd consider) meaningful skulls:

"Wolf! I don't need more Rjet skulls!" You cry in exasperation, gesturing to the near-full wall beside you. The newest addition in your hands, the ivory smooth and cool in your palms, might not even fit with the rest. You may have to wait until you are back on Yautja Prime, where his main trophy room has more space— Where he has dedicated a large swathe of it to you. "Good hunt." Wolf shrugs in response, chuffing softly as he moves past you to begin undress, placing each piece of armor and weaponry back in its rightful place. You roll your eyes, which Wolf catches the tail-end of, and he growls lightly in response, his three tusks clicking together. "Well, thank you very much anyways." Your genuine, heartfelt expression of gratitude makes Wolf whicker in delight, rising to his full height, now only clad in a loincloth. He'd never admit that he does it, but when you praise him, Wolf puffs his chest out and crosses his mottled green arms across his. The peacock... "Come here." You murmur softly, expression softening as you beckon him with one hand, the Rjet skull tucked under your arm. Wolf obliges, clicking, and when he reaches you— Like clockwork— descends on one knee, leveling with you. You smile, cupping the side of his head. The scar tissue beneath your palm is a map of grooves, smooth at their peaks and rough in their depths. The pad of your thumb presses on the knuckle where his fourth mandible once was. Wolf's breath is hot on your fingers. He stares at you with one warm, amber eye and an unseeing milky one. "You honor me." You say, knowing they are the most important words you can say, and Wolf's eyes flutter shut as he presses his forehead, hot and glossy, to yours. This is what he does it for.

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