Big Salmon Lake Roses are red

He knew how to play with her - and of course he would, being twice her age and likely a rogue by choice. Dove entertained the thought of him being some kind of erstwhile adventurer, in need of taming but disinterested in settling down. Perhaps she could... Woo him towards the caldera? But what would her sister think of that - and Peregrine? Her thoughts were fleeting, for as soon as he snapped at her rear end, she had forgotten her train of thought.

Hey now, I'm not dinner. She quipped, stepping and turning so that her bottom was out of his reach. As soon as she said that though, Dove thought a strange thought which, truth be told, surprised even her: 'I could be though'. This stoked the fire in her belly, and soon enough she felt it burning along her spine, and through the muscles of her limbs which felt suddenly gelatinous.

How could anyone have this sort of effect on her? It made no sense, there was no logic behind it as far as Dove was aware. But the feeling was somewhat intoxicating in its own right; she wanted more of it, but wasn't sure how to proceed - nor how to stop things, if things got out of hand.