Honeyed Pasture [m] Moonflower

Just as she was about to take another step to pull up close to Hanze, she was cut short. A great splash of cold water exploded in front of her. Courtesy of the dive bomb from a very, very large rotund wolf. Her would be partner was gracelessly spat in the face. Like being blasted with a water gun.

Wide eyed with shock, she felt frozen momentarily. Not quite sure how to respond to this roly poly strangers attempt at a charming introduction. Did her scent draw him here too? She wouldn't be surprised. But if he wanted in on the action, he would have to prove himself a worthy candidate. And contend with Hanze.

The odds weren't looking good. She snorted, flashing a single tooth while her first suitor wasn't at all shy about voicing his ire.