Northstar Vale tequila mockingbird

She heard the whine emanate low from maw that seemed so enticing -- she found herself staring at it and oh! she wanted to step forward, to do something dreadfully foolish but she could not bring herself to move, trembling where she stood, cheeks hot and rosy beneath ashen fur. Eyes fell to her paw as it moved, watching it against pale, soft fur. 

"Tell me about them." Voice fell sickly sweet, lilting as it slips through teeth glinting in the moonlight as lips hang open for a moment, breath cold and swirling 'round her muzzle. "Are they all as pretty as you?" She can't help it -- her heart beats hard as the words come, hanging in the air, she-wolf waiting to see how they would be received.