Drinks

Juno watched Desdemona carefully, as she wrapped her own tail around her legs, and she settled her weight back on her haunches, and listened to the dame's words. She was from Tortuga, of course she was, Juno's nose couldn't lie. Desdemona asked of her status, and she fought a chuckle that tried to escape before readying herself to speak.

"It's a pleasure for me as well," she practically purred. "I am a loner in search of a pack actually, and interestingly enough Tortuga is the pack I've expressed the most interest in. It seems like it would mold well with my, er.. quirks." Coolly she replied, her tone that of political correctness rather than friendly warmth.

[ooc; is it just me or is this convo like artic cold? xD]