Wild Berry Meadow I'm a stitch away from making it

maggie grinned, small teeth a feral little leer. "food an' a place to rest. besides that, pleasures the loike o'which i bet yew ain't ever seen."
she sauntered closer, taking his scent even as she prepared to leap back if he should change. "for a price o'course, cullie. yew only got to name it."
the icefield eyes were brazen, locked upon his even as she swayed closer, and finally into his grasp, into the dangerous ring of space wherein she could not retreat if she wished.