Iktome Plains love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired

Her way of talking was unusual. It was rough around the edges and cut harshly at the beginning and end of words yet flowed nonetheless, most certainly not what he had imagined her sounding like. Yet in a way it suited her, matching almost perfectly to the way her angular body morphed from lean muscle to wispy feminine curves. 

His ears gave a flick as she finished the last of her words, a melodic hum escaping him as he pondered over what to say. “It’s about as lonely as it looks” he eventually decided upon, attention shifting to gaze out over the snow sprinkled field. “It does got a hella good view though.” The barren grassland had other benefits for it’s inhabitants besides a Picasso worthy background, but those tended to be reserved for the smaller creatures of the night rather than a large guest like himself.