Shadewood that's not my name

Long before he'd even come into sight, Djehanne had known Nero was near. His warm voice pulled a breath from her chest, though she remained still other than a slight tilt of her head. Infernal nymph, he had called her, and she remembered the name he'd called her before.

Tacita. 

A thin grin was forming on her maw, though she was taking every precaution necessary to keep him from seeing it. There were no indications that she'd heard him other than the slow wag of her tail behind her and the gentle twitch of her ears. A certain excitement brewed within her; the meeting she'd had with the other suitor was quick-paced and exhilirating, but her time with Nero had been heady and sensual like nothing she'd had before.

But perhaps she was getting a bit ahead of herself.