WHO WANTS AN ADVENTURE?

The woman was quite quick to answer her question, surprisingly honest with her answer. The last time she had come across a scent from her past, she had found her mate, Jasper. A soft nod of acknowledgement dipped and raised the hellish femme's cranium. An inquiry from her conversation companion met her dark audits, and the woman shook her head in response. "No I have not my dear, should I look out for him in the future?" She asked, tilting her cranium to the side and receiving an earful of water. Shaking her cranium to rid her canals of the frigid aqua, the woman lifted a russet front paw to scratch at her ear, unimpressed by the invasion by the pelting rain. Giving her head one last shake, mismatched gaze would return to the lass before her.






"Speech"