The devil may cry

starling reclined in the copse of grass, hoping the wolf would pass her by. as it was, he didn't. she felt a sinking in her stomach but rose anyway, giving the male a wide berth as she did so. he was huge -- but most interesting was the raven that had come along for the ride with him. starling made no point in shielding her curiosity -- it reminded her of an alpha wolf she had met in the salvajes, though he too had turned out to be less than friendly.

sadly, starling was incredibly susceptible to flattery and as he commented on her lovely looks she offered a knowing and coy smile, turning her rosy cheeks to the side with feigned bashfulness. "you may." she deigned in response, fulling expecting a further battery of compliments regarding her winsome features.