Bramblepoint Swift and Voltaire

understandingly, he seems a bit perplexed upon her initial arrival but lucky for her it seems to ease itself into more of  an amused demeanour. her head bobs up and down as she nods off his concerns. "never been better" she'd mutter, although wincing slightly as she shifted her most likely now bruised frame back onto her haunches. now that she's more comfortable she lets herself properly take a look at her newfound company. he's not bad looking, sporting that 'dark and brooding' look quite nicely with his night toned pelt and quite captivating red eyes. what was it with these teekon wolves all having such interesting eye colours? she'd come across purple, pink and now red. not that she was complaining, let's just say she had an appreciation for beauty and tended to have less motivation to interact with those she deemed to be...lacking it. 

she's vaguely aware now that the tumble probably didn't do her any favours and rather than exactly feeling self concious or anything, she merely feels irritated that someone is seeing her at anything but her best. however this then leads her to realise she's thinking like her parents wanted her to and that was not right at all! she could be as dirty as she liked. and so the girl embraced her dusty appearance with pride as it was her decision to remain like this and hers alone. lifting her chin, teal eyes would fix the boy with an almost challenging glint to them for a few moments before deciding that he didn't seem like he was going to attempt taunting her. a soft breeze whistles through the trees as her wispy tail flicks to rest at creamy paws. "so anything in particular bring you here?" she'd ask conversationally, head tilting to the side in a quick bird like movement. "i mean aside from hoping for a pretty girl to fall at your paws" she cannot resist adding almost slyly, little grin tugging at her slender maw.