Leera settles into the boredom, sitting tall on that ledge, ears pinned against her head. But the woods are not quiet for long, nothing ever quite is in Boreas, she finds. "I bet you can see for miles up there. See anything interesting?" Leera's eyes fall onto the wolfess who stands below, at first annoyed that she hadn't scented the stranger, but as she studies the other her distaste fades almost entirely.
Instead of nagging the stranger about interrupting her thoughts, Leera's expression settles into a devilish smirk. The tip of her tail curls thoughtfully. "Not quite, I'm afraid," she purrs, a dark sparkle in her eyes. "But I do see a she-wolf. Strong. Capable." It is true that she's noted the female's build, among other things, like her crystal-colored eyes.
"Why don't you come and join me, my love? See for yourself," she crones, voice eerily warm as it travels through the silent quarry. She looks away from the woman now, fixing her eyes on the distance. "Come on, then. Do not keep me waiting." The corner of her maw twitches in a grin. She touches the empty space beside her with a tiny paw, beckoning the stranger closer so that they may be able to speak about bigger things than views.
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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