The Same old Song and Dance

The dame watched the wolf dance, curious as to her behaviours, yet understanding them at the same time. While the woman spoke, moonstone orbs met a bicoloured pair easily. At the pearl coloured she wolf's greeting, the pure ivory lady dipped her head respectfully in return. The woman was about the same age, and by her scent, was of the same pack. She decided it was only fair to return the greeting in a more.. Vocal manner. The pure snow coloured damsel opened her jaws to reveal beautiful pearl razors and a salmon tongue. A pleasure to meet you. She replied, voice soft and silky, tinged with a faint Russian accent and holding an otherworldly tone. Her dainty maw would close again, and her terrifying silver gaze would take in the posture, size, and energies of the other she wolf. She seemed relaxed, yet her aura was tinged with embarrassment. A wolf of decent size, though not as tall as herself, for that would be a task for many a fae. Her eyes were interesting though, one was a bright sky colouring, the other like a sunflower. Unique, rare. The icy temptress liked this maiden already. A smile would grace her maw as she tried to seem kinder, as her eyes tended to have the opposing effect on most. She would wait, for an introduction, a polite excuse so she may leave the taller woman?s presence, something.