Redsand Canyon Blood on a Marble Wall

She's not oblivious to the fact he knows what she's plotting. 
after all, she's always been a better liar than an actress. 
She hopes he knows. After all.. hell hath no fury. She will make sure she is the only shewolf he takes. 
He murmured in her ear, placating her, talking of pups and the future. It stirs her, the pride in this place, in the potential of it. 
The heat is unbearable, and she is grateful for the water, her thick alaskan coat falling out in tufts. 
He praises the future, and she nuzzles him roughly again, her tongue flicking out against his cheek. She was totally, completely, enamored with the man. 
"They will either bow before us, or be trampled beneath us." She preened, tail arching proudly. "Now...you look hot, and I'm from the fucking north. Lets find some shade."