Nova Peak how to murder someone: kiss them once and never again

She could already tell this wasn't going to go like her last encounter.  Either of them.  Both had been rather... unfortunate.  But Rosalyn didn't move to close the space, and the other didn't either.  No use pushing boundaries here, not when she could go home and get so much more satisfaction doing it to packmates instead (;D).

Honey, you have no idea, she thought, though her response outwardly was simply to laugh.  The euphemism, whether intended or not, was appreciated.  She liked this wolf.

"A scenic little stretch of beach out west. 'Saltveenter', as it's called by a friend of mine."  This wolf looked about the opposite of a Saltveenter wolf.  Well fed, polished, intimidating... they made them pretty this side of the wilds, didn't they?  "And what fortunate land do you belong to?"