Come take a walk on the wild side

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She heard him as he approached, lips curled back in a snarl, revealing blood stained fangs that were normally white. The chocolate brute had put on a charming smile, bring her head up, her expression relaxing as she stood her full height. She watched his eyes roam her body as he spoke. Licking the blood from her muzzle, tail swishing at her feet, she spoke, "Looking for someone to keep me warm of course." she purred back, lips curling back into a sensual grin, letting her own gaze roam his frame. His pelt made up of various shades of brown, nothing overly exciting about him. Baxter. Interesting name. "Cataleya." Her name dripped off her tongue like honey. It wasn't long before they were joined by a second wolf, undoubtedly his brother. He however said nothing, the only movement he made was a twitch of his name. He was clearly a man of few words.



It was a brief moment after the second males arrival that a strikingly familiar scent caught her attention. Skull lifted higher, eyes searching for him. Demyan. He was here. He had found her once again. His gray mass came bursting from the trees, bring a smile to her face. How long had it been? She didn't know. He approached, speaking her name in reprimand. He didn't particularly like it when she ventured off, but she didn't care. "Demyan." She cooed his name, burying her nose in his neck, giving him soft nips, pressing the length of herself against him. His heigh forced her lifted her head a little higher, he was significantly larger than she was, a mammoth of a wolf.



His attention was immediately shifted two brutes. Demanding that they leave immediately. He had always been a little possessive. Protect. Whichever you want to call. It was partially why she would run off, she wanted to play, but no others could get near her when he was around. Not that truly minded, she revealed in his attention, enjoying every minute of it. The gray dame peered around her brother, watching the other two from under his jaw, amusement glittering her features. Perhaps a fight would break out? The thought of her blood made her mouth water. Demyan thought she was on a constant killing spree, but she had managed some self control recently, if she intended to stay here then she would need to. She could not kill someone if she so chose to, it just wasn't a choice very often.