Bramblepoint 'cause I am the [m]aster of maintaining my disguise

Oh yes, there was danger involved in letting this stranger so close to her neck, her throat, but Sabah was a creature built on rather dumb impulses, so she allowed it. Even welcomed it, tipping her head back and lapsing her eyes closed for a second, before she swiveled her head once more, going to nip and nibble at what she could reach of the grey coated man’s  nape.

He was handsome, she’d give him that. Sabah had never been one to check out other wolves, her entire life had mostly been survival instead of aesthetics. But hey, she could cut loose now. Bang a dude, hang out, hit on pretty people, she could do it all.

And more, if it all managed to work out.