Clair de lune

Thankfully, the golden-eyed man didn’t react negatively to her slathering him in strawberry paint. It seemed she had found a suitable partner for her mischievous deeds, this thought only causing her smile to widen. He did, however, seem a little surprised at her actions, along with a heaping mix of curiosity. She always liked the look of curiosity on the faces of wolves, she thought it made them look more enticing, not that the handsome mottled male needed any help in that department. He was quite the looker, though it didn’t take much for Théa to appreciate the appearance of another. She was a lover of all, no matter their appearance, gender preference, or no preferences at all. Everyone was a being with their own stories and that was attractive enough to her.

Her called it purple and she nodded her head vigorously. ”Ah, oui purple. English has so many words,” the woman replied, her words coming out almost as a sigh at the end. Taking his question as permission, she ventured over to a grape vine and pulled off several berries before wandering back over. She popped one in her mouth, pressing another against his lips and waiting for him to take it, before setting the rest on a clean rock. She smashed them into a fine pulp with her white toed paws, added a little water to make it more liquidy, then looked back at the male with a tilted head. A hum came from her lips as she decided where she wanted to place it, before deciding to place a few swipes of color under his bright golden eyes. ”C’est magnifique,” she complimented, proud of her work.