Shadowwyn Moor A newcomer in a new land

she lets out the barest of snorts, more a sniff than anything else. "that seems a little presumptuous," she remarks, looking for all the world like she was disappointed beyond measure. "you have only just met me, and you are spurning my company." mouth twisting as a sigh escaped her, she looked wistfully across the moor, as if trying to figure out her next move.

"are you sure i cannot change your mind?" tasha asks, glancing toward him. "i am new here, and without many friends. i could use one, truthfully," she admits, a shy smile bleeding across her muzzle.

in her head, she stomps and curses, kicking at his face with no great malevolence but, instead, petulance. he thinks he is edgy, for feeling pain, for wishing to remain alone. she knows his type. one whiff of a woman's lust and they're back to their old ways soon enough. it will just take a little time and effort to bring him 'round.