King Elk Forest This sucks [m]

Upon hearing a wolf, Emory instantly modified her posture to look as femininely pleasing as possible. Her chest stood out, along with her hips--looking as tempting as possible before even seeing the stranger. It didn't matter what they looked like, nor their gender. She'd dabbled in it all, and it had become instinct to be as alluring as she could in the presence of another. 

Her eyes were glazed over with the facade of lust, she stared up at the new wolf, admiring his jet coat, defying that of the freezing winter. Anything that seemed slighty rebellious agaisnt the icey season she would instantly take a liking to. Her eyes scanned across his brawny figure, and stopped once spotting his piercing sapphire orbs, for a moment she seemed to be mesmerized by them, for a single second the tables turned from her usual position.

"Hello, there." Words seemed to pour out of mouth like honey, soft and warm, though it was only a ploy. The true Emory wasn't much like this, though only two others had chipped past her usual self. She gave a sultry smile, flicking her tail similar to a cat. What was she to con him for? She wasn't sure yet, perhaps someone to lay with for the night since she hadn't felt much other than cold.