Fresh meat a la moose

Ara arrived promptly and stuck herself in front of the blue toned wolf. Mmmm, those red eyes in a blue coat popped rather wonderfully, and she tried not to let her gaze linger across his form for too long. If it was anything but a pack related event she might have let her season heat distract her, but alas. She owed Manea better than that.

Aside from giving him the occasional hungry glance, she kept it professional and listened as he laid out the plan. She let out a soft, audible sigh at hearing she was just a harrower and someone else would be getting the kill. She would much prefer a dangerous job - through running behind the powerful hooves perhaps wouldn’t be a walk in the park, either. She perked up a little at the thought. “I’m ready to kick ass, boss” she purred.


"Naráca Mendacium"