Phantom Hollow this way to sexy town

Cyclone smelled something dead. Something freshly dead. Something tasty. She was drawn to the smell by instinct and curiosity both, winding her way through a few trees before she found the source: a wolf chowing down on a rabbit.

Nice catch, she complimented. Of course, the wolf she was looking at was also a nice catch, so she congratulated herself on that, too. You look like a good hunter. More like a hot piece of ass, but close enough.