sweet, delicious, yummy wine

*Sloan*

Sloan is no stranger to company and it's company she misses. Accustomed to the warmth embrace of family, friends, and alike, she reminisces on them now. Gathered around wooden tables, low burning hearths, laughter abound and enough food to feed an army. Bowls slurped down eagerly as mouths belch and bellies extend. A great time to be alive and with those she loved most. Why was it now, of all times, that she did miss them? It wasn't as if they had treated her like the great wolf she was inside so why would she care about them?

Channeling that inner frustration that had slowly been building up inside, she soon forgets about the comradery she yearned for. Paws stamping down harshly on the fruits until their pits jabbed at her toes and their juices splattered across her chest. She would soon tire though, far faster than she was expecting, and her momentum would slow. Those pent up feelings inside dissipating to much of nothing and she's glad for the physical weariness. If her body was too tired to move then her mind would be too tired to think. That was logical, right?

Just as she leans back to sit down and take her paws out of the smooshed fruit jumble that badly needed to be strained, she hears the click of someone approaching. Sloan doesn't know what the word shyness or caution means. Instead, her paws stay in the large container, one of them wrapped tightly around a peach stone as she readies herself in case the stranger intends to harm her. Fur near bristling, she can feel her heart beating in her chest until the stranger appears from the shadows as a tusked girl far taller than herself, but younger and a tad haphazard looking.

Her head cants to the side, inquisitive to the girl's offer as a smile slides across her ivory and charcoal lips. "Anyone ever tell you you were a mind reader?" Sloan speaks in sultry tones fit for a sex phone operator as she bats her lashes at the girl. Slowly sliding her paws out of the container, releasing her makeshift weapon in the process, she scoots over to allow the larger girl some room beside her and the fire that illuminates them both. "Sloan. I hope your hooch is better than the wine I'm attempting," there's a light, delicate laugh that leaves her lips, olive green eyes watching the girl carefully.

wc: 408
total: 1518 / 1500

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sweet, delicious, yummy wine

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Sloan