Again, this is post Wolf Hunting and pre Wolf's Blood. I'll go ahead and tell you all, I had not read the last book before I wrote this. I just couldn't resist the temptation to play off the hints that seemed to be dropped in the book about his interest in Firekeeper. [SPOILER!] Even though I now know these two aren't endgame, it's still fun to write them together like this.

No one ever got so close to her without consequence.

Firekeeper shook her head, which felt a little fuzzy, and briefly wondered what was wrong with her. This was not in line with how she handled herself. With a pointed jerk, she pulled away from him and his fingers slid free of her usually coarse hair. For some reason, said hair had been combed and she wondered if that were his doing. Of course, it had to be his doing. None of this was natural. Maybe... maybe none of this was real?

"Does my touch repulse you, so?" The Meddler questioned with a small smile that countered his pretense at sounding hurt. The two of them sat in what seemed like a swirling grey cloud. The sounds and scents were muted and though she was not walled in, this place made her uneasy. This was the second time the man had graced her with his presence by means of invading the sanctity of her dreams.

Firekeeper turned her attention back to him and defiantly shook her head. It still startled her at how real he was. He no longer had the head of a wolf, instead he now liked to keep the face he'd worn when he'd come for his 'favor', a face that still seemed hauntingly familiar. She licked her lips at the memory of the kiss and the man noticed the action immediately. His eyes lit with amusement and a knowing smile slid across his face. It wasn't hard to guess what all passed through her mind; indeed, he was currently seated in it. Being within her dream gave him a certain level of intimacy and he could feel impressions float across his conscience even if he could not outright read her thoughts.

"Why do you come here?" She asked him.

"I've already told you before. I was in a solitary environment for years and years. Is it really so bad to want conversation?" He slid an inch closer to her and lowered his voice, "Contact?"

The wolfish woman really couldn't bring herself to think to answer him no. After all, she had grown up with a pack and even now didn't like going long on her own. She had always had Blind Seer and she could not imagine what it must be like to ever go without any company at all. Without her noticing, he had completely closed the distance between them, his fingers threading through her hair again. His touch caused chill bumps to rise across her skin.

She hoped that her actual body was unaffected least Blind Seer notice. At that thought she felt guilty, as if she were betraying the blue eyed wolf by allowing this man to sit so close and touch her so freely. It unsettled her to realize this strange man– who's name real name she did not know– could have any sort of effect her. To help distract her from the strange sensations coiling in her stomach she said, "You feel real here." It was both a statement and a question.

He laughed cheerfully before proclaiming proudly, "This is one realm in which I'm not bound to the rules."