ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
Her energy was just as lively and bright as he had expected it to be from their interactions online, if not more so. Rafe realised he would have been disappointed if anything else had been the case and so as she came around from behind the counter he found himself smiling, even as Oona remarked on his beard and then, catching him a little of guard, moved in for an embrace.
Rafe wasn't averse to physical contact, coming from a large family and having been in the army had stripped away any and all reservations he might have had, and even the wolf wasn't against it in principle. The wolf, however, was a little less open to the idea of a perfect stranger (for all intents and purposes) getting up close and personal within moments of them meeting. Rafe didn't particularly care, in that moment, what the wolf thought about it, because he couldn't deny that Oona's enthusiasm and bubbly personality were infectious. They were certainly enough to keep him from resisting that embrace. He chuckled a little, saying, "Thank you," as he returned the embrace. It was as he was doing that, the gap between them all but erased in the process, that he picked up on something. Much as had been the case with Holly he couldn't say exactly what that something was, but there was an undertone of something more than vanilla human that, at least to his wolf nose, was unmistakable and impossible to overlook.
He didn't remark on it though, obviously, simply filed it away later in that flawless lupine olfactory library of his, and looked down at her as they stepped back from each other. "The beard's not a problem, I hope," he said to her, giving her another smile. "I'm very attached to it." Pun well and truly intended, and the sort of thing Sarge would have rolled his eyes at, no doubt. "And I gave my word that I would give this thing a try, didn't I?" And so here he was.