Broken Boulder there are visions, there are memories

heeheheeeeee!

At the sound of a low whistle, she lifted her head from the river to be greeted by the admiring gaze of a tawny male. While some might have been offended by his bold stare and demand for attention, Rook was not one of them-- she, too, appreciated attractive wolves and had no interest in the silly games that were often involved in courtship. Better to be straightforward, rather than waste anyone's time. "You're cute," she told him with a grin of her own, shifting her posture to show off her angles. As her eyes moved over his body, noting the dark stripe along his back, her tail lashed flirtatiously.

It had been a while, and the loneliness was wearing on her. She could look for her sister and have fun, too.