Haunted Wood Don't you wanna party with me?

Vanity smirked at her reception. The fire-forged steel that steeled on her form made her feel...nervous somehow. No woman made her nervous in this way. The Morrigan was a bitch and a pain but Vanity was scared because she still had an army -- an army with her soldiers!

The thought that crossed her fleetingly captivated her until she realised she'd been silent in thought and was quick to say: "Sorry -" But Wurha was already there.
Her muzzle pressed to her hindquarters and she stood perfectly still, too taking in her packmates scent. 
She'd never been taken by a woman before. Wondered how it would feel to have someone else service her, not vice versa.