Wild Berry Meadow I feel pretty, oh so pretty

She can’t help the sudden change his words spark in her. One eye brow lifts, first wondering if he’s only being playful, but the way he walks and the way he talks, West knows he’s serious—in his own way. Instead, he teases her and she can’t help but watch. Even if there is nothing that he has that appeal to her physically, there’s an allure she is all too familiar with. Her mind is relaxed enough with the poppies in her system that a smile curves along her muzzle.

“You’re not my type,” she begins, stretching out her legs in leisure, “and unfortunately, I’m not in the business anymore.”