Shadowwyn Moor its the soul that needs the surgery

His crooked grin was one of her favorite things in life. It was undoubtedly among the seven wonders she had heard about in passing, and she was pleased to have discover it. He slipped into a bow himself, and Eshe admired him for a moment longer than she should have... his crooning growl brought her to, and as he successfully managed to nip her ear, Eshe let out a small laugh. It wasn't often a wolf could get the better of the quickfooted Quill, but here it was! Already!

Eshe leaped upward to tag him in turn with a full-bodied tackle, tail slapping against her sides as her muscles rippled easily beneath her furs. Eshe's own smile took over her face, and should she catch him beneath her average weight, she would reward herself with an affectionate nip of her own before dashing off as though to say, tag, you're it! If not? Well, she'd keep attempting to tackle him... but his own weight was sturdier than her own, so it would be a difficult feat to complete.