Witch's Marsh Relax, turn around and take my hand

The chocolate-toned wolfess gave her name, a lovely name for a lovely woman. "My name is Israel," said Israel. Just as a shiver shocked her body, the other woman spoke of the cold and promptly, without a word of caution, sideled up alongside her. Israel's reaction was involuntary, moving quickly away from the contact as from a sudden flare of flame. She had not been touched in quite some time and the woman's forwadness startled her.

Israel realized what she had done and flicked her ears back in uncertainty. She would have loved to cuddle with the beauty,  but they had just met. No matter the temperature,  it seemed more fitting to get acquainted with one another first. 

"Are-are you from around here, Emory?" she asked a little too quickly.