Wapun Meadow Down my thigh

He seems almost deep in thought for just a few moments, until that cyclops stare looked back to her. 

I will.

She smiles; mischief dances in those vibrant, ruby jewels for eyes. A swish of her full tail — it’s time to go. She shouldn’t keep the great man from his pack after all. 

Pandora slinks towards him and, if allowed, brushes her small body along his chest. A flick of her long, fox-like tail beneath the bear wolf’s chin and her lips move close to a ruined ear. 

“I hope so.” The entire exchange of physical touch would be quick if he allowed her. Only touching him for a solid few seconds at most before she’s passing by, tail casually lowered at her hocks once more as she saunters away without so much a look back. 

I hope so. She thinks slyly — smirk on her beautiful face. Oh, does she hope so.