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She had a feeling of half accomplishment at his admittance. Sure, he didn't admit that she was a woman, but at least he knew one thing: she was damned good in bed. That was enough for her. She could convince him another time.

Aye. She cooed, wondering if she was actually up to meeting this wolf again. Where did he live anyway? North o' 'ere aways; place called Ankyra Sound. Me pack lives there. She let him preen her gently, and she murred at the attention, but stretched out her paws in front of her and yawned, stretching her jaw. He wasn't big (he was only a yearling at the oldest), but it had been a while since she performed something like that. She was out of practice, to her annoyance. Yew from 'round 'ere? He didn't smell like ocean in the slightest. It was hard to make out his scent through the musk, but she never liked to go deeper inland anyway.