Midnight Tango

Excuse my lateness. Marching Band is taking up a lot of my schedule. ; n ;

She started slightly at the sound of a wolf approaching, flattening as if she was a recently born fawn. Upon seeing who the wolf was, she straightened herself, giving herself an air of dignity despite her dirtied coat and musty scent. She could hear the tinge of lust in Slade's voice already. "Greetings Slade."

Her tail flicked gently, trying to mask the pheromones that slipped from her body. "How are you doing?" She tried to steer the conversation away from her natural cycle.