Northstar Vale shotguns and barbed wire fences

If it was a game meant to test him, it was only subconsciously. Alya wanted to play. It was easy to mistake this for other intentions, of course. Even Alya at play was rather ruthless and aggressive, all force and teeth rather than frolic and finesse.

But the male would not come close enough, and Alya wanted to feel the heat of his body rather than the breeze between their flirting pelage. The dark woman flopped to her side and stretched her forepaws toward the stranger, a growl-whine-yawn escaping her as she entreated him to come closer, engage her. He was so pretty on those long, doe-legs of his. Not the sort of boy she'd normally go for, not as pretty as her, but desireable all the same. I am ripe for the picking, said her bright, blue eyes. Alya, too, knew how to tell lies without speaking a word.