Phoenix Maplewood Morganite

She smiled, tilting her head upward lightly. "Portia," she offered, tail swishing. She didn't have much use for her last name anymore-- this man was the first she'd met outside her pack in months. She was Portia, her family had become the wolves of Drageda, and she didn't need a name to herself to them. "Likewise, hun," she added, studying his expression. His stance invited her nearer, but she was a competitive sort when it came to games, and this was her favorite game. 

Instead, she continued to eye him, deciding whether or not she'd prefer him in broad daylight, or in the dark night like she had their meeting before. He certainly wasn't hard on the eyes, but the inner hopeless romantic felt such a mysterious and handsome man should be met in the night under the moon-- such a better story.

"What brings you here?"