Line 'em up, knock 'em down

A few moments would pass as her howl faded into an echo, but luckily she wouldn't be kept waiting long. Soon enough a pale form would come into view, her gaze studying him curiously. He was smaller than her, not her usual type, but at this point she certainly wasn't one to be picky. Males of all shapes and sizes were welcome in her eyes. Phoebe smirked as she noticed him looking her over in the same way before he finally spoke. She guessed her larger size didn't bother him either, although she wouldn't suspect it with the scent of her heat strong around her. She wasn't sure what it was about that smell that drove brutes crazy, all she knew was that it certainly did and she was more than happy to take advantage of that.

She grinned at his comment and chuckled as she took slow, sauntering steps toward him, closing the gap and she spoke. "Well, I'm certainly not alone any more, am I?" she cooed in response. With a smirk she dared close what little distance she had left between them, brushing her muzzle against his cheek and along the length of the side of his neck, breathing in his scent. She had to lean down a bit, but she didn't mind it. "I'm sure you know why I called... Why don't we skip the pleasantries?" she whispered against his cheek, pulling back so her silver gaze could meet his with a grin.



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