Porcupine Ridge all you have is your fire

Finely shaped brows arched upward as he presented his reasoning, and she found she could not read the beast well enough to know how far his joke spanned. He could be an extremely vain creature—the tall, commanding force in which he presented himself already hinting at such. As vanity went, she could never honestly say she was without such a trait herself—and yet while the pale she-wolf knew her beauty had attracted much attention throughout her life, it was her mind she wished another to covet. Perhaps that, in the end, was what she looked for.
 
“And how do you tolerate my presence?” The words were whispered as she sashayed herself to a gentle seat—a clear indication she held no intention of leaving his company just yet, should he desire to remain within hers as well.