Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

A smirk crept it's way across Crius' muzzle, she was excellent, exquisite even but would she let him prod her a little bit more. She clearly had an idea what he may want, heck she was clearly the calculating type. Crius was naive, but he couldn't play spy without a little incentive. 

"It's simple really, a rut or two.. Or five? They'll all be quick of course. A little nooky before I give you your info." This was make or break time; she'd naturally decline but, Crius wanted to see how far he could go with his potential boss.