It's The Andy Griffith Show

"Ashen? I don't think I've heard of it," she confessed. But respect and high rank was about the sexiest thing she'd heard in weeks. After her time as a poenas in Lirim, Rosemary's situation sounded like heaven. What would it feel like to have respect? Would it feel as good as how he was eyeing up her body right now, or better?

There were certain places that she couldn't abide due to her condition - excessive snow and heat, particularly, but she didn't want to get ahead of herself. It was much better to be shrewd about this. He wouldn't find her throwing herself at him to be particularly attractive; wasn't that what all males craved, the chase? Well, Rags had never been good at running, so he'd be able to catch her quite quickly. "Your siblings? Do you have a family name?" Perhaps that would ring some bells. Wolves in Boreas seemed to pride themselves on such things, but they didn't mean much to her. Having been abandoned in her youth, whatever family name she might have had long been consigned to memory. She wagged her tail softly, blowing pheromones in his direction. Another glint of silver swam by and she bent down to try and grab it.

Attempt #6