Wapun Meadow Down my thigh

He replies with a bark of wretched laughter. She’s not intimidated in the least, but she notices his power through the shiny tint of scars littered all of his pelt. Perhaps she should be frightened by him. Anyone wise would be after all. Yet, she’s young still, but not stupid, she would not push her luck with the bear wolf. 

The glint in his single eyes gaze interests her. She allows a bubble of laughter escape at his own lust for blood. Her lust is the same, only more subtle. She acts — pretends — to be a sweet, but rather she is oh so very bitter. 

“Oh?” She hums saccharinely. Then another fit of loose laughter falls from her maw, much more casual this time. “Poising is my strong suit. Though I’m not particularly loyal,” To anyone really. “If you would need my services, please call upon me, great Merrick.” It’s an offer — a hopeful one. “No matter who I stay with, I would never pass up an opportunity to have some fun in that regard.” And maybe perhaps a different regard as well. “It’s really too fun watching someone choke on their own blood when I poison them.” Pandora purrs darkly.