Ocean's Breath Plateau Army of One

She was enraptured by every word. 
"I can't wait to meet them."  She purred. Sirensong. It was a lovely name, a name that had potential to be something great one day. A name that made her feel part of something wonderful. "I am a siren, of sorts. Or, at least I can be...." At his suggestive comment she curled her tail and stepped closer, cautiously, her eyes and voice lowered. "Is that so?" She crooned. "Well...I suppose just about anything could happen then, couldn't it?" His fiery gaze lit her belly on fire, and this time she didn't bother to resist it, their muzzles almost touching. She circled around him, tail brushing his flanks as she passed. "We could stumble across a den...and who knows what trouble two wolves such as ourselves could get into....were such a thing to happen...." 
She was in front of him again, her own sapphires darkened with desire. "But I must ask you...if we were to...get into trouble.... would I be the only one?" She had to know.