Bearclaw Valley Who needs diamonds

She sits, enjoying her meal, when a dark wolf approached her. They garner the attention of her ruby red eyes and she’s flicking them over to inspect him. Licking s pink tongue over her bloodied, whiskered lips, she tilts her head at him. With her large fox-like ears cupped in his direction she smiles.

“And who’re you?” She asks, but it doesn’t hold an ounce of malice or attitude. Rather her tone is almost cheery, but borders on the smoother, richer side. “Would you like some, dark one?” She asks casually, nodding to her rabbit.