Sleepy Fox Hollow In Her Heart There's a Hole

Kynareth sat drawing a slight quirk of her own brow; it appeared that he had no intention of leaving now. In fact, he leaned closer leading to the woman tipping her chin up with a light scoff. I appreciate the flattery, though I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm not one for brutish tendencies. At least unprompted, but that wasn't important. What wolf wouldn't stand up for themselves after all?

Eve's gaze dipped to her now raised paw as she inspected it with mild interest. Though I suppose in some manner you're correct. I am a wolf of many talents. He had questions, but she had her own fair share brewing and she would be a fool to give away so much of herself for free. With a side glance, the woman found herself tracing the muscles defined along the other's body.

You asked if I am a warrior and based on your build I think it's safe to assume you are one. So tell me Dear, should I be concerned? Her brows raised coyly before continuing, I like to be aware of my surroundings. After all, information was power. Perhaps she hadn't been attacked yet, but she was well within neutral territory, who's to say how things might change once she neared pack lands?