Hoshor Plains suburban muse

She skipped a circle around him, tongue drifting across her teeth, she urged to bite him, invoke something. She could not stifle the power-trip it gave her simply being around one of a meaker stature. She'd had her fun toying with the omega's of her own home, though come to think of it, such actions may have also played a part in her expulsion.... But there was nobody else around to stop her, and so she grew restless, torn between desires.

Hm. You're the second one I've found! S'everyone just sit n' watch those ugly things all day? I saw the alpha pair keepin' eachother company. You want some?

She inquired with an owl-like tilt of her head, wide-eyed gaze piercing his own, pretty silvery sage things, in stark contrast to the earthy, patched and scrappy fur which adorned him. His scent was that of freshly disturbed earth, like a whelp that had been digging holes for an hour. 

She asked the question as if his answer mattered. Yes or no, she had already plopped down onto her stomach to lay nearby. Her tail thumped against the ground incessantly.