Bramblepoint i got sugar and salt in my blood

His comment took her pleasantly by surprise. Not all wolves would have considered the act so...admirable. Her brows shot up momentarily and she turned to look at him for the first time. Within seconds though, she quickly recomposed herself, tipping her chin up just a notch, with the barest hint of a smile. "Yeah it is ain't it?" Subconsciously, her tail began to wave, stirring up the loose wooden flakes of the innards of the log, to inevitably find their way into the fine black furs. "It wouldn't be the first time either."

Slowly, bit by bit, she allowed more of her true nature to creep out, inch by inch. But to be fair, Tzila also did not know what kind of man this handsome, golden eyed stranger really was at his core. "I never really was much a pack wolf." She said it so casually, disguising her real feelings on the topic. Though the briefest hard glint in her eyes may prove to be a clue. "This last one...wasn't what I expected. I got my thrill and all (or in other words, her use for them) but in the end they proved just too chaotic. And when I discovered a kid had won the top spot..." She withheld a snicker. "...well then, that was it for me."