Otatso Wetlands I'm getting Hickeys from my Bedbugs

Aphrodite's reply sent an exciting tingle down from his spine to his loins; it was an infrequent and interesting sensation, and a weird glimmering smile washed over his features. Though the male did not think of himself as "an older man," he supposed to a young lady he might be. Taikon had never met a she-wolf so... free-spirited and sexually open as this one. She knew almost nothing about him, yet was willing so easily to practically invite him to... well...
Perhaps she was toying with him. Now her name seemed even more fitting. He hazarded to meet her gaze, and when he did he practically drowned in it. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted. Taikon said nothing.
When she spoke of her pack, she seemed fond of it indeed. There was a part of him that missed the sense of belonging and comradery that came with pack life, but he knew that he simply did not belong anywhere. Though talk of packs usually left him feeling defensive and annoyed, as he felt that all packs were essentially dictatorships, her soft attitude left him with an open mind.
By this time, he had sat just beside her, turned toward her to listen. I see. Artyom and Dawn. And you're a healer for the Whitebarks then? The question was simple, but he wanted to know more. What got you into that? Taikon had no special talents to his knowledge. He had never wished to know them and never had reason to continue growth toward such a specialty.