Wapun Meadow gilded lily

"dancing?" she sighed with wonder, before it bellowed off into a wistful laugh. she could hardly imagine these two bears dancing, but it was an amusing image. one she wouldn't be inclined to miss. her people used to dance around fires with song and ceremony; it had been her favorite. 

fond memories wrapped with a certain bitter sweetness, perhaps. she raised a brow, eyes flitting between the two men, and grinned cheekily. the closest she'd gotten to sparring was wrestling with her brothers when they were cubs, or perhaps helping her tribe fell an elk or mulie. 

"perhaps i'd be a worthy match for you, tvar." she teased with a flick of her tail. a jest, because surely tvar was a honed warrior, as was the man that towered beside him. she'd be no match...but it'd be thrilling. how could she pass that up? 

they seemed intent on changing her mind, and perhaps they had a standing chance. but she wasn't quite ready to integrate herself into another pack, or to try and conform to their ways. freedom was sweet and a tempting mistress, and she was nothing but indulgent. 

with a smooth roll of her shoulders, she dismissed the invitations with a smile. "is this what you do in your spare time? beguile strays?" another tease, light-hearted. "i will admit, you're both charming."