Wild Berry Meadow Sweet is subjective

Her mother had told her to beware of the things men would try to lure her into, but Awinita had never really listened. If these kinds of things were so bad why did she feel a pleasurable fluttery feeling in her belly and why did her heart race with anticipation of the unknown?No...She would dive head first into this and explore life for herself, she was her own wolf not her mother's to control. As he licked at her cheek again and spoke more pretty flattery she laughed softly nibbling at the flesh just behind his ear tentatively. He asked her if he should stop and she couldn't help the pout that formed on her maw. Shaking her head adamantly a slow smile creeped onto her maw and she batted her eyelids at him in a playfully (and what she hoped was) flirtatious manner. "No...I rather like the way this feels" she responded sweetly and nuzzled against him, stepping closer so that her chest and shoulders brushed against his as she slid her neck and cheeks against him.