Honeyed Pasture Nothing at all

She was pulled by her thoughts by the voice of a male stranger. One who had a scent of the sea, though the salty water where fish swam wasn’t her cup of tea some wolves preferred it and she didn’t exactly know why. There was only crabs and fish not a good meal in her mind.

She gave the mysterious male a smile although she was out of practice seeing as though she hardly ever smiled. Not genuinely at least. She was used to more of a mysterious smirk that gave her victims a sense of fear. “Hello.” She said sweetly as she eyed him.