Great Bear Wilderness [m] pillow talking

Observant, though the musing was without ire or annoyance.  Her brow lifted at 'cute', a word she'd always found rather vague.  It had many applications, some which were a little too PG and some that were decidedly less.  It was rare another female would refer to her with such words, and though she might have seen the term as a belittlement from a male, she found the lack of allure somewhat endearing.    After the dark male's confident attentions, the stark contrast provided some color to the interaction.

That the stranger was apparently interested surprised her... but something gave her the feeling she might need to steer this ship a bit.

"Hmm.  Not so bad yourself."  She stepped closer, moving around slightly with an obvious glance that took in Fox's frame.  They were of similar size, Fox's frame leaner, but not unappealing.  When it came to physical attraction, Roz counted it less than others might expect... for her it was all about the experience, and the ginger woman's obvious tenativeness when broaching the subject piqued her interest.  Usually she dealt with forward men.  An offering woman?  A rarity.

That is, if she'd read the situation correctly.  Unlike Fox, there was no hesitation in the Rivaini's approach as she moved forward, close enough to taste the other's scent.  "You seek a packmate then," she returned, now aware that the other, unlike her, did not run in a pack of one.  "Should I be expecting a protesting Alpha at any moment, then?"  The words were teasing, and her eyes lingered a moment before she once more took a step back.