Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

So he did have a sense of humor. Finley's smirk widened as she succeeded in dragging a little grin out of him. It was there only briefly before he shot her down with his logic. She responded with a haughty shrug. She was sturdier than she looked, though on a real level, she was practically broken in half already. She didn't really have the strength the be mounted, particularly not by a big ol' beast of a wolf like this one. A big ol' beast that uh.. was staring at her. Not talking. Was something going to happen here? Were these his bedroom eyes? ....was he having a stroke?

After what seemed like the longest dramatic pause EVER, the man finally spoke again. And she could only a quirk a brow in confusion. What exactly was he going for here? Some heavy petting maybe? What a weird guy. "A distraction, eh...?" she repeated, biting back the desire to laugh in his face, "I dunno. I would certainly hate to be broken, but I have to wonder if you're maybe just bluffing. Or are you really that uh... gifted.. down there?" she asked. Let him try that on for size (LOL).