Dragoncrest Cliffs the party isn't over tonight

Dio receives her well enough though his features question her. His posture, however, shifts, but he the gap in their misunderstanding keeps her from rushing forward and taking him off guard. Her health is not up to par but she can’t stop the itch with anything else than her current desires. The restlessness building up in her legs and her need to bring back her strength has long since taken over. Her nose flares and she dips her nose once, inviting him in with caution. “Throu ai daun,” she encourages, leathery nose twisting as she notes the younger scent in the air. Thuringwethil does not break her contact with her wocha, however, as she begins to circle, keeping her front half lowered to the ground in anticipation.