Tuktu Weir maybe I'm a different breed

Pria's golden eyes followed the male's as he admired with pride the sorry stream of water that barely flowed through the hole he had managed to poke on the dam, and then, quirking an eyebrow she looked back at him with amusement painted on her lips. 'How thick can a wolf get?' she thought to herself before he noticed her, but then he did.

Pria straightened her expression as his eyes caught her, but couldn't hold back a shy grin the moment he claimed he'd meant to take a mud bath. Improvise. Adapt. Overcome. She had to admit that he was pretty good at it. In fact she would say he was rather charming in all his goofiness... Or maybe it was just the way his eyes seemed to flirt with her smile.

I'll pass, thank you, She replied playfully, laughing at the idea of herself willingly covering herself in mud. Although I must admit you seem to know what you're talking about she joked, then, and maybe for a moment she allowed herself to imagine how soft his skin was behind all the mud.