for wenches and mead!

Handsome as shit described Jack pretty well too. She was a little older than her and a bit smaller, the former of which definitely appealed to her, but Kaija hadn't really ever stopped to think about attraction in the same way most wolves did. Not until this exact moment, at least. It was easy to forget to when there was one particular wolf on your mind most of the time, but now? Now she was going on an adventure, and maybe Jack was a stop on that trip.

Kaija let out a little snort of amusement at Jack's words. "Nah. Name's Kaija. I might be big, but I'm not all that bad," she explained, though she was pretty sure there were a few wolves that might disagree. It wasn't like she tried to be bad, but sometimes shit just happened, right? "Well, that depends on where you wanna take me. I'd say it better be nicer than this place but I'm not a big fan, so that wouldn't be hard," she chortled with a cocky grin. If she caught wind of her implications, she glossed right over it... or maybe she was just feigning ignorance. Either way.