Slave Only Dreams To Be King

Attor was a bit impressed by the other wolf's calm persona, and following his lead, she took a seat with her back to the waves.
She listened intently to his explanation, her brow furrowing in thought.

"Ah, I see," She began, her eyes moving to gaze western," I admit that I was drawn by the scent of others, but was unsure if there was a pack present." Her gaze moved back to the other canine's, her eyes once more giving him a look over. He was quite attractive, but a detail like that would not derail the woman.

"Assuming that you bear no ill will to me, you may call me Attor, if you would prefer that over 'she-wolf'," she added slowly, her calm drawl returning to her voice now that she was put at ease.

Her tongue moved to lap over the scars upon her maw as she stared back at the male, the look in her eyes unreadable. The sand in her pelt had begun to itch, so she moved to nibble just behind her shoulder, but failed to reach the aforementioned itch. She snorted in annoyance before her attention returned to the male.