Porcupine Ridge all you have is your fire

The skim of her nose so close to his side then gave a gentle chuff of amusement at his chosen words, allowing the smoke of her breath tease gently to the dark furs of the impressive beast. He smelled of fresh winter air, cold mountain and water. He smelled of others—but more importantly, he smelled distinctly male and enticing. It was likely she still held the perfume of salt water, only now traversing the mountains and away from the Oceanside.
 
“Tolerant,” she repeated, her own form slinking away now as she gave a delicate flick of her tail. Her gaze remained upon him, even if she took the shadow in from her peripheral vision. She held no reason to fear him just yet, nor did she have one to trust him. For now, she remained cautious within his presence. “I’m not sure you’re inspiring confidence in the company you keep if you have to tolerate them,” she mused with a tone of whispered smoke, her muzzle canting to the side.