The Bracken Woods this body is a natural disaster

Oh no, two narcissists!

Theia chuckled as the white wolf sang his own praises, though it was with him, not at him. She was quite surprised that he'd reacted this way, which was just the way she would have, too. She liked that. I could look all day, and I have such a nice view, She purred flirtatiously while fluttering her lashes before she asked, What's your name, handsome? As the words left her lips, she slowly descended from her perch, wanting to get closer in more ways than one to this wolf. Theia could already tell he spoke her language.