Wapun Meadow Down my thigh

Her large ears swivel atop her crown with interest as he reveals a piece of his own past to her. So he too is part coy. She looks over him, shamelessly filing away what features look coyote on him and what doesn’t. She can see it. Others can definitely see it in her too. Though she swears she’s been mistaken more for a fox  than anything. It almost got her killed a few times too. 

Not a witch? A grin is spread jaggedly across his scarred face. His teeth are deadly and the threat is silent, but it’s there. 

She chuckles back. “Partly.” He shrugs casually with her own crooked smile, only without teeth.

She decides she likes his laugh as it’s unfurled from his lips. It makes her eye him curiously — promiscuously. Only then she realizes that this man asks for her name. Offering to call her omen makes another soft, velvety laugh bubble up from her throat once more. 

“The omen does have a name,” She purrs with a smirk. “Pandora.” She offers then, scarlet orbs flitting to his singles eyes gaze. “And you?” She chirps with a tilt of her head and a swish of her tail.