Duck Lake dirty little secret

Her bright eyes widen to his words, grinning ear to ear. How splended! She gasps, flopping back over onto her belly, her tail swishing in the shallow waters. How lucky of her, to have come across both beauty and danger all in one and all so quickly, even. Though she could not possibly allow her guard to be down (especially when she met these others the golden boy mentioned) she could not help but hold a sense of excitement. Perhaps this land would be as plentiful as she hoped for! 

Ah... She coos to his question, back arching as she stares deep into those impressively blue eyes. Darker then her own, yet just as bright. Maybe he is fueled by the same stuff as she? Anywhere, everywhere... but no where in paticular. She was a gypsy woman, fluttering and fleeting here and there wherever and whenever was best suited for her and her desires. Fields... She breathes the name with a certain and obvious hunger. I'm Rosina. There isnt any lies for him when giving he name, not this time. He was devilish and handsome, with a certain peculiar theme about him. She figures she might catch this one better with a bit of honesty. They would be living mates now, wouldnt they be? 

She lifts up then, moving in closer to him. Impressively tall, perhaps even oddly so like a wolf upon golden stilts. To her, so slight and assuming delicate, he seems even more so as she looks up to him, batting those big eyes. You wouldn't mind me having a little taste of what's it store, would you? It isnt often she asks. Normally, she strikes without leaving one with much a thought. But she is testing the waters here with this 'honesty', isnt she? And why not a harmless sample if she were to be bound by his coven?