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corinna was a people-person. she knew all about the different personalities, and indra fit so sweetly into the quaint personality that was, well, quite simply, shy. so she didn't expect much back, in fact, the soft smile-- though it appeared weary-- was all the caramelized she-wolf needed to be satisfied, and so she moved along smoothly without passing any judgement on the little red wolf for it.

"bad men," the lady repeated softly, ears flicking and cupping forward thoughtfully. that meant only two things to her, and though corinna doubted it meant the more easily sexualized of the two, she took a moment to imagine a pack filled with studly men, all under her own personal rule-- on hand and knee for her. she was quiet for a moment, thinking, until indra dropped something on her that made her ears splay once more. 

"oh dear," she murmured, unable to stop herself from peering around the girl to see her tail, "what assholes." her brow furrowed, upset someone would do something to such a sweet and pretty girl, but that was just the way the world worked sometimes. "well, if i'm honest, it suits you very well-- you look like a badass bitch-- in the best way." and then, corinna offered another genuine smile, her own tail waving a bit at her hocks, ears angled forward.