Lone Star Mountain Just like a wartime novelty

The wolverine's angry outburst only encouraged her amusement, the glimmer of satisfaction shining in her violet eyes - she had managed to get under his skin, and the voices very much liked this prospect. A feminine yet undeniably venomous chuckle fell from her raven lips, tail lashing as she stalked closer. "And yet here you are, at the bottom of a cliff - you look pretty beaten up to me." 

Closing more of the distance between them, the svelte woman took this opportunity that lay before her and spoke of an offer. "Mmm. You know, I could help you with those wounds of yours." A tilt of her head and the darkening of her gaze spoke silently of a catch to this preposition. "But," She purred, "For a price."