Don't you know I'm no good for you?

Keetie found herself passing close to the Ashen borders. Skirting by in her path to elsewhere, when she noticed how the border scent had changed. She skirted by this pack a few times passing from here to there, but it had been a long time since the Empress’s form had graced her eyes. The serpent-tongued leader had been easy on the eyes, but she had heard through the grapevine how she had settled down and gotten herself a husband. A man whose scent had begun to fade from the border.

Curiosity piqued, the trouble maker made her way closer to Ashen, sniffing daintily at the border. No doubt sticking her nose where it didn’t belong wasn’t going to get her anything but trouble… but she had always wanted a kiss from the dark-clad woman. What would a kiss from a tongue like that be like? Hand had missed her chance the first time. If her lover had passed or left, there was a high chance Keetie wouldn’t be welcome here. But… oh, when had she ever played the safe path?

She waltzed to the border, and traced a paw lightly across the earth where it began. Her horned cat raised its head from the nape of the wolf's neck, yawning and showing sharp little teeth. Keetie looked back at the sparkled creature. “Whatcha think, Spice? Trespass for a little fun, or be a good little wolf and kitty?”

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