Big Salmon Lake Roses are red

As if prompted by their discussion, the cat returned to the scene. It became quite clear to Dove that the feline had not been far away at all - witnessing the two wolves together, spying upon them as the foul beasts often did. Dove was thankful as it departed, feeling her fur bristle (more at the mere sight of the cat than the words it boasted - Dove was quite surprised it could speak at all). Once the cat had vanished in to the debris around them, Dove tried to settle her nerves; however, there was now an electric current running through her. As if the presence of the competing predator had awakened something.

And then the man spoke. His tone reminded her of Croon, her father, and Dove turned a sharp eye upon him; lashing her tail to rid herself of the irritation that the cat had caused her, and inadvertently fanning the inciting scent around. Yes, she was oblivious; this was her first heat after all. I thought you were ready. The man drawled, only to gain a confused look from the girl.

Ready..? She tried to side-step around him, realizing she was somewhat cornered between the lake and the stranger, and his rather direct approach was starting to unsettle her a bit. But at the same time, Dove would not give in to such pressure; she was unrelenting with her own little game, as always. What, you have a thing for lonely girls out for walks? The concept was rather pervy - and Dove agreed, finding the thought quite reprehensible - but she didn't sound disturbed. In fact, her tone was light and somewhat playful, having not lost the luster from before.