Arrow Lake she's into superstitions

She was always taught to keep up appearances, most canines seemed to trust those with more dignified look rather than one with fur matted with leaves or dirt so she groomed quite regularly. When he gave his reply she gave a chuckle, he might take her up on her offer of biting now that was an interesting reply indeed. He was an interesting breed, not just the fact that he was wild mixed with domestication but the was he talked so freely in the art of seduction. he was one that was use to getting what he wanted, this is what she contrived as she let her fluffed rump rest on the ground. It was weird feeling small, though she gave off a fragile appearance she was not a small woman. Her mixed blood helped with that and the only man she could remember feeling like this was her brother whom had stripes like the man called Donovan. He was lighter in coloring, his face half white as if he wore a mask but it was almost comforting to see someone with those stripes again.

When he spoke her curled tail swayed along her back in praise for a man that did not find any differences in mixed breeds and wolves alike, how she wondered what that felt like. "My mother as well, though we were not as fortunate in the eyes of others. She was an akita mixed with samoyed, and those around us did not accept her nor her children so until we found The Monastery we were seen as a plague." She gave a sigh of sadness at that thought before looking back up with her mismatched eyes, "Your father sounds like a wonderful man."