Firefly Glen [m] Chaleurs

A man is quick to approach. They always do.

Eyes graze over the other; analysing, judging, deciding if he is worthy.

A dark coat, muscular figure, and larger than herself. He could make good sons, and strong daughters. Most importantly, he was unknown to her.

She can see his ego bared through his words and mannerisms, a vulnerability that deems him an easy target for her efforts. Her voice is a purr as it rises from her throat. Utilise tes yeux, mon amour. Her head is lowered, tail waving at her hocks as she approaches him at a trot. You are a smart man, to come so quickly. She creates an invisible competition, something for him to fend against.

Men are easy. The Matriarche has learned to feed their egos, to use them to her advantage.