C'mere I Gotta Tell Ya Somethin'

Laying there with a drink cradled between her forepaws, Justice watched the goings-on through lazily narrowed eyes as she sized up the crowd, considered which would be worth cutting out of the herd to devour. The sound of paws on the sand drew her attention to Domari's unsteady progress her way, and her eyes lit with anticipation. With a predatory grin she shifted to bring her gaze onto him. Oh, so convincing him to follow her on this crazy expedition was bearing fruit, was it? He had shied off last time she'd suggested they screw around, but the atmosphere here stripped away a lot of inhibitions- maybe she'd be showing him how worthwhile a good fuck could be after all. His opening words were amusing, both in the drunken slurring and the content - she certainly wouldn't have expected Caelia of all wolves to follow along to an orgy, and her grin grew in silent laughter. Only for the expression to slip, then fade abruptly into blankness as his words stumbled into silence. The ends of her toes and ears felt tingly in a less than pleasant way, and her stomach dropped. "You don't love me, Domari," she told him, as gently as she could manage. Fuck. He was so drunk he had no idea what he was saying. Better keep him thinking straight before he said something he would really regret tomorrow, the poor naive bastard. Mixing up love and lust was a definite noob mistake, but he'd figure it out if it was just explained calmly to him. Calmly, and verh stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the little flutters of panic in her chest. Nah man, all good, not a problem here.