Firefly Ravine fifteen states [m]

Solveig tilted her head up, a sedate but assured smile pulling the corner of her lips up, causing them to part slightly. His voice was a thick, deep cloak of plush velvet, and she leaned her ears forward into the sound of it.

”Yes,” Matter of fact, with a slight nod. She began to circle him then, tail swishing though without a hint of malice. She was revealing to him every part of her, as much as she was trying to scale every part of him. ”You look strong; you are strong, yes?” She asked.