Dragoncrest Cliffs Peppermint and apple pie

'Course, sugar, drawled Freesia, appraising the red-haired commander with a sweeping gaze. These wolves clearly weren't fond of flattery. She found that strange and made as much known by continuing, who doesn't want a compliment now and then? It makes folk feel good to have their finer qualities noticed. At least that was what the mask Freesia was currently donning told her.

That this was a near-militaristic pack of wolves who probably couldn't care less about false flattery, she couldn't know. Them being unimpressed didn't escape her notice but she didn't realize just how disrespectful she was actually being—lesser beasts fell to her feigned charms all the time and she imagined these ones would as well.