Greatwater Lake [m]I feel her filth in my bones

Oh, how Menthe relished in the company of another capable woman -- wolf or otherwise didn't matter much to her. Cynna was fiery, and the flames tickled the lonely heart of the dark-furred nymph. It had been so long since she'd had anyone to scheme with, with or without a competition. 

Her tail wagged, skimming the water as Cynna swept over. Lucky you, she quipped, and then quieted as Cynna and Ace referred to one another. A proposition most alluring -- and while Menthe was definitely joking about having a man on her arm, she wasn't so sure she desired it if it wasn't flinging her forth into any kind of wealth or status. Regardless, it was all in good fun -- and perhaps Aphrodite was laying her path through this couple she had already undoubtedly blessed. 

I'm anything but slow, came her reply, an eyebrow quirked as she glanced at Ace, then back the Cynna -- it seemed they worked in innuendos -- I've got nothing else to do -- and who's to say no to a new game? 

Water fell from her coat as she began to dredge towards the lake's bank, turning over her shoulder to look at them both. Lead the way! she chirped, eyes glinting beneath the spring sun.