Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

Hook, line, sinker.

He had evaded her question though. Ah, as usual; a touchy subject. She did not care to shed her own secrets bare, it made her expect it of others.

Inconceivable. It frustrated her. She needed to learn the art of coersion—and put more into it than the batting of eyelashes.

I was looking for plants. Are you saying you're dangerous? She lifts a pale forelimb and leans back in place, a look of suspiscion cast his way; coal-tipped ears fell back. She did not trust him persay, but she did see something mischevious in his gaze. So it was a game, then.

Not to be taken too seriously. Her crooked tail offered a quick swipe to the dirt as she reclined back onto scrawny haunches; returned his gaze with a wide-eyed stare of her own.