Redhawk Caldera morrowind

The young one grinned -- and oh! what a winning smile it was -- forcing Coy to eye the older male helplessly. He was breezily polite, addressing her with a soft timbre she had to recover from before speaking. If she'd known the tales of Christianity she might've been able to understand Eden's plight: for forbidden fruit seemed suddenly the most attractive. Her tail wiggled, and she looked at the ground. "Oui, of course. My name is Coysevox," she pronounced in the direction of their feet. "Coy, if you prefer that." The girl cleared her throat, feeling very much at a disadvantage. How does one go about charming their packmates without a being able to smile at them or otherwise seem enthused? ...oh right. Maybe that was the point.

"I.. I am afraid I cannot chat with you two gentleman. The madame has forbidden it," she offered honestly, not wanting there to be any confusion was to why she couldn't join them. She wanted to, after all, and lying never suited her. "But if there is something else you are needing, I am more than happy to oblige." Please send me on a hunt. Please send me on a hunt.