Swiftcurrent Creek Sometimes you need a little kick

Léiriú's travels found her weary, a bit dirty, and with aching paws. It wasn't as if she showed such on the outside though; Léiriú carried herself like a Vergobreta as she neared the river. 

Her ears perked skywards in interest, watching the male along the bank as he approached the river with something akin to haughtiness. He drank from it, only inches away from the dark passage of water that could surely sweep him up like twig. 

Léiriú smirked in eagerness, shashying her hips only the tiniest bit as she padded closer. He was the first male she had seen and perhaps she could have fun with this one. 

"I wouldna do that if I wur you," she murmured teasingly. "One wee lil' slip and yur swimmin with the fishes."