Blacktail Deer Plateau cake by the ocean

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Oh, wow! Kitsch did not expect such a response, but she couldn’t say it was entirely unwelcome. If Kitsch had not fur and stood naked before Merrigan, the lass would be able to see the flush which clouded her cheeks. Kitsch bit her lip but was at a loss for words; in her court she would be expected not to respond or entertain such thoughts — but, then again, no one in her court would have been so brash! Despite whatever mother and father would have said, the girl was flattered and was determined not to shift the conversation from flattery to awkwardness with her words. So, Kitsch said none.

But the stranger seemed to realize that she had broken decorum and apologized in a roundabout manner. Kitsch dipped her maw in acceptance of the apology, though the girl wasn’t sure it was warranted. In her kingdom, someone with such forwardness would be expected to issue an apology like such, so it was somewhat comforting to the girl — but the wolves she found in the wilds did not follow her rules and more and more Kitsch was finding this to be engaging, not scary. 

“You’re the second most attractive wolf i’ve seen too,” Kitsch said lackadaisically, as if flirting with ladies was something she did every day. But in reality, this was a first. Her mind immediately flicked back to the brute Rollo — who had been the prodigal ‘first attractive wolf.’ Kitsch liked his brooding and vociferous style and often sought him out amongst the bleeding woods; but too often, he was nowhere to be seen. This only made her want him more. “which is saying something,” Kitsch continued. “since i’m a pack wolf.”  Kitsch had been impressed with Teaghlaigh’s size, but she knew drama followed large packs of wolves. She was not wrong this time, either. “Do you have a place you call home?”

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