Blacktail Deer Plateau [j] inhale to the top of my lungs

The quickness in which the ink stained male, his masculine scent gave him away to be, approached was remarkable. Given this, Luxuria was left to assume that he had not been far off before hand, and that her call was nothing more than a diversion from whatever he had been doing to begin with. The man's dominate posture was severe, the muscles beneath his coat pulled taunt Luxuria noted, and accordingly the proud Spartan adjusted herself into a submissive posture. Even a Spartan needed a king, and no Spartan was above the laws. Such obedience had been beaten into her from an extremely young age. It was effortless even if it went against prideful nature. She was not that arrogant, and hardly ever so reckless. Luxuria was unable to hide the wince when he addressed her as she-wolf. Whatever the reluctantly unchangable parts of her body said about her they lied. She was no she-wolf and to be addressed as such was blatantly degrading and insulting to the Spartan. Humbly, she swallowed the urge to correct him. It was not the time or the place to inform him of her sexual identity. He did not know her, nor she him. "To join your ranks, sir, if you'd have me." Luxuria admitted, though she was not fool enough to expect that it would be all it took; however, she waited for him to speak, expecting arduous questioning. It was what she and Agrippa had done to loners.