Sunset Valley [m] you'll be godlike

her first advance ruined by a crowd of pesky pack wolves, svalla continued her search for a man worthy of her time, her body, her pleasure. she would not take just anyone; she was not that desperate, and her standards are high. 

thankfully, she did not have to wait for much longer. 

a deep, guttural bark beckons her. and the man who it came from a vision. tall, dark, handsome. fearsome. a force to be reckoned, and a man that would take. and that is what she wanted; to be taken. 

svalla's sharp, assessing gaze shone with her approval. scars marred his face, but she cared not, for his body was his prowess. when he came upon her, beastly and wanting, she would accept with a dance. 

circling him, too, though keeping such close distance for her side to graze his. for her tail to caress, to tease. she grinned; sharp and wicked. oh, he will do.

and better yet, he didn't speak. good. she wished not for false sweet-talk and bullshit words. she had one thing she wanted. that she needed. and he would provide. 

but, not so easily. she purred as she leapt from his nips. wielded herself with powerful grace to nip at his cheek, teeth pinching fur. not to harm, but to entice.