Sunbeam Lair talking out loud

They were a wolf, or at least something close enough not to matter.  She could tell as she came closer from scent as well as the way they moved when they rose.  She relaxed a bit, but not completely, as she listened and caught their congenial tone.

Daily.  Sometimes twice, but only on special occasions.  She answered with a dead-pan.  If it was actually her favorite place she'd catch the joking lie, otherwise it was up to her if she took it seriously.

Stunning views, rock hard seating, and the opportunity for certain death if you take the wrong step.  What's not to love?  She was here for distraction.  Might as well fuck with a stranger instead of being a depressed waste of time.  You seem to get it.