Counting down...

Morgana lightly smiled at how smitten this wolf was being. She allowed him to feel her pelt. In addition, she rubbed up against his flank, making him blush even more. She had become too friendly, she would play with this wolf, make him beg for her. It was nice to be wanted. Once in a while. She nipped his muzzle, teasing him. Oh yes, she would have fun with this one. She wouldn't let herself fall to hard. He was like all the other male wolves that came running after her. He wasn't special. Or was he?