The Bracken Woods this body is a natural disaster

She made sure that her strides were long and smooth as she approached him, giving a dramatic pause before revealing her name. ... Theia, She finally said, voice smooth as silk as she stared into his eyes with her own half-lidded ones. Oh, she was loving this. When they finally met, she enthusiastically sniffed at his snout with a pleased wave of her tail. Theia took in his masculine scent, captivated by it. Could it be that you have hexed me? She asked teasingly. With any other wolf, her flirting was merely a guise, a tool to manipulate. But this... This was genuine. She was moving oh-so quickly, swayed by her intense emotions as she always was. But she doubted and hoped that Hex wouldn't mind.