Hideaway Strath Lend me a helping hand

Their Tabletop Whrist got a 7 

Whrist’s lips quirk up into a smile, “I’d never deny you anything” Her eyes were heavy lidded as she admired his scars. She knew very little of her overseer’s preferences or the packs history for that matter. She knew she had to report her mission to the Grandmaster eventually but this delay was more enjoyable. She circled around the male not assessing his body with more then just a warriors eye.

If he allowed her behind him it would be then that she’d lunge looking to make contact with the ruff of his neck, she was not trying to cause injury this was just a friendly spar but she wanted to be onto this time she attempted to wrap her paws over his shoulders as her teeth clung tight to whatever hold she managed to obtain