Firefly Glen Swift

It was true, she could have really been in a predicament had they been serious. She could have been 'serial crushed' or he could have grabbed her under the throat... All not before she gave him quite a few bites to the face and dug her back paws into his man bits. Instinctively, she knew she could at least give it her all if she had too, though knew despite the force which Bronco had he was a friendly wolf to where she thought her more often trained then had gotten into any bad fights. It would take much to really piss Bronco off, or so she felt though knew he had gotten into some heared scraps at least a few times. The long scars which draped across his muzzle was a reminder of that.

'Guardian of the Glen', hu? She says through a pant, her back legs pressing against the insides of his flanks ad he straddled her. Has a nice ring to it. I suppose then I'm 'Huntress of the Forest'.  She laughs at his remark and suggestion as he turns his open cheek to her. Icy eyes roll as one corner of her mouth turns up. Mighty scandalous of you. Maybe your the bad one after all. She spoke and lifted up her muzzle so to slip a lick onto his sandy cheek. 

I wonder, with a 'hrmmm' How many kisses you've stolen in such a manner as this. She could only imagine how his fun-loving, playful and flirty attitude had acquired the attention young women such as herself. Some however the silent, broading and mysterious type. Vallkyrie had thus far found interest in both, though none which had really stuck. It wasnt like she was really trying anyhow. Vallkyrie, as obvious as it was, was not the one to chase, but to be chased and maybe, never caught.