Overture Downs Set the Sails

The voice that reached her ears rang with anticipation, and she halted in her trek so that he might catch up with her. Briefly, she groomed herself again, so that her coat might show off its healthy sheen, and so she might best catch his eye. She marked the area, making sure to lay it thick with her perfume like a spider spinning it’s web.

When she caught sight of him, she did her best to seem innocent, sweet and fey, allowing her usually sour features to show a pleasant smile, and tilting her head just so that her lilac eyes seemed to glisten when she looked at him, and only him.

A dark creature, much like her. Young, without noticeable promise of bulk and no scars to speak for experience but a patch on his chest where the fur was missing. Easily forgiven, of course. With a low, crooning note, she moved toward him, her tail swinging low at her hocks. She licked her hips and lowered her head  in deference, hoping this gentle guise might invite him in.