Wapun Meadow Down my thigh

Pandora smiles inwardly as he allows her to slide her tail under his chin. She desires the touch of another, but to be fair she always does. Or she always wants the opportunity to touch, but usually only to play or tease. Her presence is ethereal and her movements are always so smooth. 

Yet when she flicks her eyes over, she watches his tongue moves across his lips. She watches him with a darkening, predatory gaze. If she were bigger and more scarred she might look threatening, but with her size and strength she’s nothing to the great bearking, especially since he’s a seasoned warrior. Though if she’s cornered, she’s been known to turn into a vicious being of teeth and unknown strength, she doesn’t really feel like going down that route today. 

Her darkened gaze becomes easy, half-lidded, and promiscuous once more as he speaks. She offers an interested hum in response. Settled. Yes, unlike her. She hasn’t been settled for some time. So at that she laughs once more.

“Mother fucked a wolf.” She states blandly. “She’s a coyote. I came out albino and boom, I got banished for being an omen of bad tidings and whatnot.” She hums, a wicked smirk coming to her maw as she looks up to him. “I think it’s funny.” She purrs with a swish of her tail and a flicker of sadistic excitement swirling in her scarlet eyes. “They’re not wrong.” Pandora end cryptically.