Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

She clearly shows interest in him, of all the wild males she's seen (which admittedly is few), he's the most prime candidate. She's eager to meet the rest of his pack to find out if they are made of the same stuff. Yes, he's a flirt, but she does not need a husband. She needs an army. "The way I think is just the way of the world, dear Donovan." 

This is where she begins to play her game. The she-wolf pulls away from Donovan, trailing her tail along his back as she slowly turns towards the wolf-dog. "I must, if I want to rest tonight. A fragile girl like me needs her beauty sleep." She drew close to give Donovan a shy lick on the muzzle, tail wagging. "Unless you had other plans for me?"