Ocean's Breath Plateau seized from the depths

Despite appearing to remain unruffled by his Machiavellian wiles — her mouth set into a grim line, and her countenance chiseled with a deep, judgemental stare — Bethlehem's mask of disapproval was only being worn to hide the fact that she enjoyed this wolf's attention. Inside: she was being flooded with emotion, chief of them being a greedy sort of lust that demanded she claim him as one of her suitors. Generally speaking she craved any and all attention, be it positive or negative, but being the focus of a strapping male, undaunted by neither her stature or demeanor, had come quickly to the top of her list as she entered her most prime and feral years.

Though this certainly didn't mean she'd make it easy for him.

She eyed his toothy Cheshire's grin, and resisted the urge to harry him with a viper's kiss. As for his question, she didn't need to consider it for long, but she took a second before responding to soften her expression: ears tipped forward again, and she canted her head with sarcastic innocence. Oh, me? Why whatever I can get my teeth into, she remarked with blatant deception before lunging at him paws first. She attacked without teeth or malice, intent only to better acquaint herself with exactly how lionhearted this male could be.

But he was free to take the assault any way he wished. It was often all about perception, after all.