Meadowlark Prairie countess

Nephele licked her nose after a moment, tipping her head to the side.

Well, I’d hardly be a good sort to lure in men. She admitted, gesturing to her face idly with a leg.

Unless they like scars, I don’t think they’d like me much. It certainly was an interesting thought, what she could do for them in place of Maggie’s duties.

If you'd seen me a few months ago, I’d happily advertise myself as a rogue. For when a pack needs spying, or subterfuge. But I’ve been..trying to not do that.