Blown Away

Esperanza gave a small chuckle as he appeared to be prancing around her. When he told her he preferred games of speed, she would give a kind-hearted chuckle. He seemed to be the running type. If he were in a pack, he would be a good hunter. She stood upon her paws and looked to him, eyes giving a lovely shine as the sound of crickets and howls were heard, making their own little music to the wolves down below upon the hearth.

"No kidding about speed," she joked and would approach him, soon turning her back and playfully touching the tip of her tail to his dark colored nose. She loved to have fun with him. At least he appeared to be having fun with her, and the femme was happy that he was. She did not like to make anyone mad or upset, and so she would be cautious as to not make the brute upset.

She turned her head and turned her body over to Fenris and smiled. She could feel heat rising to her cheeks, knowing that she was blushing under her fur, but she quickly shook the sensation of the blush and began to run away, "Come and chase me, Fenris!" She barked and dashed into the meadow, waiting for him to come and get her.