Phoenix Maplewood Necrodancer

In mid picking off a few berries, carefully letting them rest on her tongue while she continued to try and pick them off gingerly with her teeth and guide them into the cavernous maw where they would rest before being brought to the pile, guided by lips - it was then that a voice caught her off guard and squish! The sweet nectar of the berries ran down her throat and instinctively she swallowed the delicious things. 

What a waste. She thought, despite how satisfying it was to eat some after being teased for so long while gathering the little precious, colourful, jewels. Pulling herself out of the brush, rump first, once free from its grasp she turned to eye the obvious-wolf. Dual violets of their own hues washing over him with great scrutiny before parting her blackened and berry painted lips to speak. 

Gathering berries. her voice smoky, sultry, too aged for a young pup but one of a woman ready for the pleasantries of adult fun. To think of her as a puppy was almost humourous should she know what he was thinking, perverted even for her! (her mind not mind, she's weird okay?) What is thy purpose? Immediately she turned the question back onto him, why did she bother him so randomly? With a flick of her tail, she waited almost impatiently.