Sleepy Fox Hollow mental cabaret

"indeed there is," the hellhound agreed, his tail picking up an unrestrained wag at the implication of her words. he wished in that moment that he were a more casual wolf - capable of becoming ensnared, however briefly, by a stranger. he wished he wanted the same things she did, in the same manner, but without the scent of heat to drive him, stigmata could find no passion with a complete stranger. "though my definition of more may be slightly more prudish than yours..."

an understanding was met, perhaps with disappointment, but it caused them to part without further incident.