Redhawk Caldera [m] old year absolutions

This might be her last thread ;o;

Oh dear.  She wondered if any of their discussions would end any other way, but dismissed the notion.  Why the hell should they?  "My business is pleasure," she said with a light laugh.  If you couldn't have fun doing something, what was the point?  Anything less led to a dull life, and that was something Rosalyn just couldn't abide.

She stepped in a tad closer, testing the waters but not daring to come too close.  Pack wolves and their borders, no matter how welcoming Red appeared to be.  Her own invitation was written all over her face.  While Red's scent didn't naturally have the same effect, the confidence it lent her looked good, and Roz wasn't much for self control.