Haunted Wood Don't you wanna party with me?

She was saddened that Rokig had left. She thought he'd smelt Vengeance on her and had returned to the ocean. He'd not replied to any of her calls whilst looking for him. Alas, he was a big boy now and she knew he'd look after himself. If they ever met again.
 
She'd heard the call of the female @Wurha and now sought her out. 
She wanted to get to know her, of course. Scope out the newcomer. Perhaps make an easy alliance, one that could prove very useful in many ways.

Ahead, she spotted the furs of one she'd not seen before. Must be her.
Vanity trotted onwards to catch up with a chuff of greeting. At first, she thought she was male for her size must match Rokig's. Perhaps she could be the replacement for the deserter.

the greeting that is called behind her is one benefiting a packmate, and so the beast turns to face the woman with no trace of aggression. there is little need of it, mostly, for her size and bulk stop most fights before they can begin. until recent, the thick odour of smoke on her fur did that, too. 

she strides toward the woman, ears flicked forward and gaze sweeping her over once. she moves alongside her and presses her muzzle against the woman's hindquarters, taking in the woman's scent in a manner much more like the alpha she had been rather than the grunt she was now.

Vanity smirked at her reception. The fire-forged steel that steeled on her form made her feel...nervous somehow. No woman made her nervous in this way. The Morrigan was a bitch and a pain but Vanity was scared because she still had an army -- an army with her soldiers!

The thought that crossed her fleetingly captivated her until she realised she'd been silent in thought and was quick to say: "Sorry -" But Wurha was already there.
Her muzzle pressed to her hindquarters and she stood perfectly still, too taking in her packmates scent. 
She'd never been taken by a woman before. Wondered how it would feel to have someone else service her, not vice versa.