Firefly Ravine fifteen states [m]

To Solveig, there exists and appeal in every aspect of his build. The thickness of his legs, the coarseness of his pelt, the way his chest was shield-shaped, broad and heavy. Bristling lightly, he appeared even larger than life- and while she knew in her heart she should not want him purely for his build and genetics…She did. 

She tried to wrestle the feeling, smother the desire that she assured herself was purely hormonal. But the longer she looked upon the set of his broad jaw, the more she struggled. She wanted him for Hljodrfell’s guard- but she wanted him, too, for more than that. 

She appealed to him in the way she thought he might appreciate- with a lift of her chin, and a flex of her own stature, a glint of mischief in her eyes and a gentle sway of her tail; seeking within the salt-stone wolf some semblance of fluidity. She crooned again, a note of a challenge in her tone, and she thought with that to spark his interest in her, the same way he had certainly caught her by surprise.