Neverwinter Forest lxviii. bring it on back, bring it on back

when the woman came close diesel got a lungful of her scent, so herbal, wolfish and pleasant. it made her feel dizzy, like a man did in the presence of a much more potent fragrance. 

the game she played softer than usual, hopping back and forward, only once attempting to nip at the other's neck, teeth clicking shut only inches away from the plush winter fur. she knew the state of her own wounds, and besides, it would do no good to scare away this pretty, gentle thing by being too rough.

when the she-wolf raised herself, the she-dog only panted. she seated herself and with a hind leg scratched at her neck, the chain about it clicking. she lowered the limb.

"dieshel." her own name was now unpronounceable by her mangled lips. the dogue smiled with an open mouth, despite the impediment. then, she lowered her head. "-hat'sh a 'ooman like you doing out here all alone?"