Drowning [Birch]

Quote:Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

?owyn heard a voice right after she had caught his scent. She turned with an inquisitive stature. Her head was tilted slightly and the curious glint in her eyes would assure all that she meant no harm. At least, she hoped that it assured this man that she wouldn't attack. He greeted her and asked if she would mind some company. She shook her head. "Company is always welcome." Her voice was warm and welcoming as she held a smile on her face. "I'm ?owyn." She gave a name for the man to call her and a small idea crossed her mind. This idea, it was one that would work out for her. She suddenly felt a lack of motivation however; for some reason she refused [mentally] to use the male to further achieve her goal.

What's happening to me?

She pondered upon the question further, her eyes held an obvious confusion to them that she would not explain to the loner or any other wolf that asked. Her tawny pelt laid smooth and flat on her back and her amber eyes gave a quick gaze around the place. "So, Sir, what can I call you?" She posed her last question with a slight flirtatious tone that she herself didn't recognize. Not even after she had said it did she realize it. ?owyn's mind was completely and utterly clueless on the situation. She sat on her rump and waited for an answer from the man. Her head was still slightly tilted as she waited. She was looking at him and examining him. This man seemed nice enough to her; however, she always seemed to have an issue with trusting wolves.