Redhawk Caldera morrowind

Coysevox didn't notice at first that she was being approached. With her nose low to the ground and her ears pressed forward—all of her tuned strictly to pinpointing the freshest rabbit trail she could find—it was almost understand that she missed the signs of others in her vicinity. Right up until one had the forethought to call for her attention directly. The riverwolf perked up, startled into attention. Her fur puffed out slightly, riled at first that she had to suddenly withdraw from her hunt, but she rebounded quickly when she realized she was being approached by two of her own packmates.

The girl beamed, emitting a small and excited whine as she licked her chops and gave her hips a happy wag. This stopped immediately when she realized that both wolves approaching her were male. Remembering the words of her new peanut-butter-and-jealous alpha, her shining face grew into some wide and alarmed expression, tucking her still-wriggling tail between her legs and seizing up her limbs up as they closed the remaining distance between them.

"Morning, monsieurs," she said in tightened politeness, averting her gaze as she reminding herself not to smile. No matter how charming they might turn out to be. Or no matter how tall, dark, and handsome she imagined the younger wolf becoming. And especially not how the older one touched on her Electra complex by having that handsomely average "Dad-bod" type appeal. Instantly Coy knew that this wolf was more off-limits than the rest, and she shrunk down slightly at having failed to keep her ready grin at bay as she'd been told.