Moonspear Coven

The crimson woman tittered a gentle way, amused by him, though with no ill-will.
"I am seeking somewhere to make a den." She explained, though upon his returned compliment and the following wink, her eyes widened some with an obvious blush "Surely you jest!" She smiled, "There must be some hellish-sounding birds here." She offered with a laugh, humble and polite was she, almost always. 
No wolf was perfect, after all!

"What kind of stories do you tell?" She asked of him a few beats later, interested.