Northstar Vale So much to say but I don't speak.

Nayethi accepted both the treat and name with ease, the brushing of soft fur against her scales a queer and ticklish feeling. When the second bit of food was gone, the serpent turned glittering jewels upon the pale lupine - considering.

With little thought to the notion, she accepted the woman as Master and made to slither up one scarred foreleg. Given that she was not halted in her efforts to claim the wolfess, she would inch her way over the curve of Liri's shoulder to loop loosely around her neck. 

A silvery head peeked over the wolf's shoulder, black tongue flickering as the sepent made herself comfortable upon her new perch.