Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

She stayed where she was, regarding him with a keen gaze as he flinched and moved his muzzle out of the way slightly- just enough to avoid being bitten had she actually aimed for him. But he didn't pull back. He did look a bit disappointed, or so she thought, and a bit bewildered as well.

Her body was telling her a multitude of things and she wasn't sure which voice to listen to. Part of her hurt from losing Colt, and still hoped she could win him back...But not if she did this. Part of her wanted to seek out this younger, stronger man as a possible partner, so they could have strong, healthy pups for years to come. Part of her wanted to learn more about Drageda as she wondered if she might fit in better there...And part of her wanted to have a good, hot rebound and then chase him away...But she was certain that she didn't want this to be the last time she saw him. Her hormones were making her more flirtatious and enticing than she had ever been- but she still was not quite ready to mate, and would spurn his more bold advances. The only trick would be to see if he could stay around long enough, or if he was interested in anything beyond a simply one-time pairing. 

He leaned a bit closer and she could feel her knees weaken as he uttered a low growl. Ears flicking back she answered with a growl of her own and moved closer to him, her moves stiff and assured; she knew he wouldn't try anything on her...Or so she thought, anyway. She moved closer to him so that she could bring her muzzle to his once more where their whiskers could touch, before she moved her muzzle up along his cheek, touching her nose to the soft, pale fur there. She held his gaze and uttered another warm, wanting growl. She didn't know what she wanted- but she knew he was a part of it.