Silver Creek A rose, beautiful and thorny

As she was happily waltzing back toward the main area of the territory she was stopped by a wolf in her path. She looked up with surprise and saw a complete stranger. A woman with the prettiest coloring she swore she had ever seen. She gasped and felt the familiar jealousy, eyes surveying quickly and finding that while this woman was dropdead gorgeous she was also way too thin. To be completely desirable and get a good husband you needed a womanly figure, curves and lustrous fur did wonders. Lilah had both, this woman had one. Jealousy turned to pity and her gaze remained soft, as was her voice when she spoke her tail swaying in a friendly fashion "Hello there. I'm Lilah, we havent met yet. Did Grayson welcome you in?" she asked. It was then as the breeze blew toward her that she realised this girl held no smells of Rosings and she grew wary again. What was with everyone waltzing in like they couldn't tell this area reeked like wolves? 

The realization was evident by the fact that her swaying tail stopped and hung stiffly between her legs. "You're not from here, are you? Just passing through or?.." there were so many women here already and so little men that it made things very competitive. She already had her eyes on a few options like maybe Harrison or Dash. Two widely different men...one who would make good strong pups and the other who she could imagine feeling happy with. She truly wanted Grayson, her savior and (as she considered him) friend but she knew she would never be picked for his wife. She just wasn't good enough to be more than his friend.