Swiftcurrent Creek Tutto tremante

Though little did he know, nymphomania is not what got her banished (surprisingly) it was the fact that her mother, a coyote, had tangled with a wolf. Despite it not being her fault necessarily, she’s still punished for her mother’s apparent wrong doing.

Either way, the man speaks and Pandora eagerly listens. His tone is borderline mocking, but in a dark sort of way and she decides that she like the grimness of this man’s personality. She can’t help but scoff though at the things he might expect her to have when joining a pack — a newfound sense of brotherhood or a purpose to life. No, she hasn’t found any of those yet within her new home, but perhaps in the future she might. 

She would laugh at his tease, a hearty, smooth sound coming from an open mouthed maw. She finds him funny. Although he seems to get a bit more serious when she’s asking him what’s wrong, but she definitely doesn’t miss the way he reacts when she rubs herself along him and for that she smiles devilishly.

“Don’t know, big guy, what am i looking for?” She asks, not chasing him as he steps away, but rather slinking off in front of him with a high sway of a plush tail. “What do you want me to be looking for?” She asks cryptically, wine red orbs looking him directly in the eyes with mischief in them.