Sleepy Fox Hollow foolish men

"sweet?" selune guffawed, nostrils flailing with her amusement. heavy hooves shifting atop grass, tail swaying with what might be growing irate. "do i look like the typa woman that wants sweet?" came her taunting drawl. 

sweet isn't what beguiled her. it never has; sweet is weak, unimpressive. she'd prefer her men to have a little fight in them, rather than charming smiles and smooth voices. but she'd entertain him for now...

her walk around him is slow, measured. he's strong and fit, everything perfectly for a herd's stallion. but she wouldn't be interested 'less he had some bite to him. something more than smiles that made her wanna bite. 

the commotion behind them makes her bristle. she whips her head around to watch what must be his lead mare. a strong thing, something she could maybe respect. but she wouldn't tolerate that bitching being aimed toward her. 

"y'like your women wild, huh?" she snorted. "lookit' 'em fightin' like a buncha colts." she pauses, giving him one last look up and down. "name's selune."