can't stop the music

Misha looked up at the male's thick accented voice, flicking her ear to the side. Her father had once talked like that before, but since her mother had had no accent, the genes never passed down to Misha. But her father's accent had been Irish, because he had been. And it was obvious this male was Irish as well. Although being half Irish wolf and half Russian wolf, the woman would never had gained an accent quite like her parent's. Misha looked up at the male's violet eyes, never seeing something so colorful. She flicked her ear at the male's question, standing up and shaking herself. "No.. I'm fine, for now," She said in a soft voice, sitting neatly on her haunches and placing her tail on her paws. Her blue gray gaze looked the male over, the woman's maw showing a small smile, as her blue grey optics watched the male in shy curiosity.