Dawnlark Plains running wild and running free

There was a pull of playfulness in the wolf – one she had not expected, and her wolfish brows arched delicately as he seemingly puffed himself up after complimenting himself. Tempted to feign confusion at his words and look around instead, she refrained – she wasn’t certain how sensitive the ebony wolf was. “Follow him to his pack, you mean?” It would seem she had received an invitation to join his home – and yet she wasn’t even sure he was the one with the power to grant her access. “Even if you’ve only known this tall, dark and handsome wolf for all of ten minutes?” Her tone was teasing – but there was a hint of truth to her words. They barely knew one another.
 
“I think I would need to know more. How many tall, dark and handsome wolves are in your pack?” After all, one was enticing – but who could resist multiple?