Firefly Ravine Americana

Boys. Delicious boys.
The other one had colours not dissimilar from her own. He looked young and thin and sprightly. A grin came to her, even as the other suggested that Valmúa was old enough to be his mother. Relaxing, she moved in closer to the pair, eager to have a bit of fun. You think this cute one came from my kisa? She laughed, cackling, voice rather shrill in the cold air about them.
Valmúa wagged her tail as she closed the distance, quite sure that regardless of where these two were from, this would not be a nasty encounter. Maybe I should be flattered, she said, her accent thick as she experimented with a word she hadn't used before. She eyed each of them in turn almost predatorially. They were both lean and well-built. The one with the red ass had curious, blue eyes that the fire woman was immediately taken with.
Her stares were open and obvious. She had never been a subtle woman.