Phantom Hollow here i found no self control

Lenny, for the life of her, could not figure out what was wrong with this girl. The poor thing looked so ill, but yet she didn't smell sick, and she was so eager to slide up close against Lenny's fluffy flank. The Archer was well aware that she dwarfed the little princess, so it was odd that a tiny, sick little wolf like this would feel comfortable enough around a larger stranger to be so forward.

Something about it made her ears heat up. 

Nevertheless, ever the purehearted knight, the larger girl cleared her throat. "Well, then, let's get settled. I'd say we take a little break here tonight and we'll see how you're looking in the morning, huh? Whaddaya say?" she asked then, voice taking on a bit of a fake, almost New Yorker, accent - it happened when she was nervous, okay?