As they walked, Arthur couldn't help but admire the wolf beastkin women around him.
Unlike the women of noble society, these wild beauties wore little more than leather patches, revealing their toned midriffs, muscular thighs, and well-defined arms.
Their wild silver, brown, or black hair was mostly unkempt, tied in simple braids or left loose. Their piercing golden or blue eyes gleamed with untamed fierceness, and their sharp fangs peeked out whenever they smirked or laughed.
They weren't delicate flowers but warriors, hunters, and fighters—and that was enticing in its own way.
One particularly tall wolf woman caught his attention. She stood with arms crossed, her body adorned with tribal tattoos curling over her tanned skin. She noticed Arthur's gaze, smirked, and licked her fangs teasingly before turning away.
Alicia, noticing his wandering eyes, elbowed him sharply. "Enjoying the view?"
Arthur grinned. "Appreciating cultural differences."