Feel The Thunder

...and so the male spoke, at long last, beginning to tell them of packs, of his plans. She couldn’t help but smile, her golden-orange gaze shining with excitement. “If you ask me, sir,” The woman cooed. “Yours sounds like a pack I could stand with.” Her mind was already turning, and she glanced around at those present. “I’m not much older than you, Sergeant Major, but I’m a wolfess who has wandered around for quite some time. I’ve seen and done some things, scars lying beneath this dark coat of mine.” She paused, curling her tail around her toes.

“I do not know if I’d suit the pack best as an advisor sort, though I’m always available to give advice if it is needed. My passions, my strength, lie with fighting and… interactions.” She gave a toothy smile. Maybe the others would consider her a whore, or a slut, or whatever slur of their choice they chose to spout. Issy didn’t care. “...and I’m more than willing to demonstrate my skills if I must… though I’m sure they’ll be time for that, no?” The french dame chuckled softly. This was definitely going to be interesting.