The Same old Song and Dance

The woman had felt the other wolf's reactions to her information, to the gesture of kindness she had shown. That sounds like a perfect idea. Song had said about hunting, lifting herself from her sitting position and letting her creamy tail wag slowly. The icy temptress nodded her head in agreement, standing in one fluid motion and beginning to walk. Her tiara lifted to allow her to taste the wind, the faintest scent of ungulates filling her leathery olfactory sensor. So Song, I assume you have a mate or a love interest of sorts, right? Pretty little thing like you doesn't go around single like me, you gotta have someone. She chuckled, her musical, otherworldly voice lilting and tinkling with the hints of laughter as she made the comment about herself. She walked smoothly, silently, feminine hips swaying, long tail sweeping back and forth across her tall heels while she pivoted her deceptively delicate cranium to look at the other lady while they walked.