These Boots Are Made For Walking

The other scent has already begun to flutter into flared nostrils and the autumn babe inhales it like a bittersweet cologne. Oh, how unique, yet there was a under lying tinge that reminded her of her man. She was within her packlands, she was strangely safe, however circumstances had chiseled her to always remain aware of her surroundings and be prepared for everything. Not to mention her little companion laid in the nearest forest and the fact that he has not approached yet means he is still watching, roaming and waiting for a reason or a command from her ebon, full lips. The escape of her tongue isn’t preventable, feeling the saliva collect within her pretty maw, the woman turns, stirring the bouts of muscle riddled beneath her pelt as she now faces the other wolf. They both provided an essence of being of brute strength should it be required, him more than her, that is for sure. She was no coward but it is deemed to say the bronze Goddess relied on her intelligence rather than tooth and claw. She, however, does not go unarmed in this sudden ‘casual’ meeting; she knows better than to be so foolish and it came as a natural instinct to protect her unborn spawns therefore her muscles tense as the man approached in order to catch a drink himself. Strange one, are you not? she bitch hisses as she raises her regal crown, straightening her posture, her sjpulder blades roll back in a royal fashion; the image of grace and divinity, royalty comes to mind as one would observe the autumn babe. I do not think that we had meet. her braided, elongated tail managed to curl upon her spine in a more dominant act, However, it seems that there are not many individuals one can met in this pack. her fiery orange gaze fell upon the strange man, taking in every muscle and every hair threads he had to offer.