Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

Whrist cringed as she was noticed and she quickly averted her gaze from them both. She was thoroughly confused by her new desire for the large white female when she was the embodiment of her past come to life. She looked like the male that had sired her in her size and white pelt even in the way she fought and could hold her without a second thought. So why she could also look at the femme, as something else, as something desirable made her emotions a horrid mess.

She stood for a few minutes, her skin crawling with shame, the shame of what had passed between herself and the mini white wolf and the shame of what she felt for Nyra. If it wasn’t for her pride she’d had turned and fled then.

She gritted her teeth then ever so slowed walked up to the pair taking care not to look at Aerin very long showing the female difference even though her rank was higher, this was all the apology the wisp would get from her. 
                             
She kept her ears back as she had back in the caves when she had told her story and sat still her head turned away from Aerin. “Thanks Nyra, I have clearly been using the wrong tactic's so far when fighting bigger opponent’s” At this Whrist’s eyes finally lifted and her eyes roamed Nyra’s body almost of their own accord appreciating the broad chest and thick legs.

With and deep breath, she stood and got back into position her weight in her haunches and her head level with her shoulders, ready for the next bit of advice or command of position change.