Dragoncrest Cliffs Peppermint and apple pie

She spent a few seconds examining the borders more closely, sniffing here and there and noting the specifics of the pack. Just as many men as women, said Freesia's inner voice, a nagging little feminine voice that she affectionately dubbed Maisy. It might've been just her self-talk but she couldn't possibly admit to actually being who she was on the inside. That's a shame, it would be better if there were more men, then they'd take you in just for another hole to fuck and it'd be smooth sailing...

Her internal monologue was cut off by Vercingetorix's arrival, and she cocked a brow with instant interest at the tall man who strolled onto the scene. "Ohhh," she clucked, fluffing up the fur on her breast as she took him in in all his vainglory, "hiya, handsome." She ignored the testy look about him and the tone of his voice and went on to say, "why, I couldn't help but to stop here when I noticed how strong and fresh your borders are. It's a nice change from all them small packs inland." Cue a coy little smile, that's a good girl. Sell him on his power, flatter him and then swoop in under his nose. That was the only thing testosterone fueled dudes were interested in, she was sure, flexing their little muscles. "Your pack must be very powerful and capable," she guessed, quirking her lips up at the corners.