She's up all night for good fun

He explained the basics of his pack but it all went in one ear and out the other. New pack. Sparse pines. Blah blah blah. She was getting restless. She was growing tired of waiting. But not one did her outer features waiver. Never did she give any clue as to the desire that began to build, its nagging growing more and more insistent. "What's it like?" Damn this idle conversation! Her inner demons raged. The only thing distracting her was the cool wind from the pass that rustled her pelt, kept her flesh cooled against the fire that was building inside her.

Not one did his expression change. In fact it was more of a carefully placed mask. As though he was trying to hide something from. Not that that was a foreign concept to her. She did it all the time. He met her gazing unwaveringly. His posture didn't change. Nothing. Forcing down the agitation, she gave herself a mental shake, forcing herself to stay calm. But it was getting ridiculous.

"Where do you stand within the pack?" A minor distraction. It was testing her patiences having to sit around and wait for this long. Perhaps he was to smart for his own good. Taking a breath, she calmed herself. Quieting her demons. Stoic. She held it in place with practiced ease. Without so much as a second thought. She would wait a little longer to see if he relax, if he would move closer. If he would just do something for god sake!

"Cat Talk" "Cena Talk"