Phoenix Maplewood there seldom is a single wave

She couldn't help but feel honored by his compliment, if fur wasn't covering her cheeks a burning red would be seen on them. "Þakka fyrir," she thanked. The she-wolf stretched her front legs forward like a feline and allowed a quiet yawn to escape her maw before settling on the ground. Admiring her companion from below, his muscles perfectly contoured in the moonlight.

She chuckled at his remark, "I'd say," she then shifted her head above her shoulder to seem more innocent and alluring, blinking her eyelashes, obviously mocking the more seductive type of female.  "Besides, we both know I'm the better looking one of us." Again, she spoke far from what she believed was the truth. Everything about Vangard was far more mystifying and captivating than anything she possessed, at least in her opinion.