have you gone out drinking

It would seem it wouldn't be long before Morgana had company, the wind happened to blow the brutes scent towards her. Making that nose wrinkle slightly at his stench; at least he didn't smell of dirt or whatever the other she had taken the top part ear had been rolling in. God knows what they had gotten into, but the smell was unique unto it self. Seemingly smelling of the ever shifting seas and something else that had a almost sour smell to it. That head would title as it would peer past her shoulder and onto the one of whom was making him self oh so readily comfortable against her.

Those cold frosted eyes stared at the mismatched man, one paw was a dark brown with a small strip above his nose. While the right was white along with that tail of his, a odd mix and match for sure. Then again Morgana didn't have much to her self save for the white patch upon her chest and throat, including the underside of her jaw. "Me a special treat? I fear you have the wrong impression." Purred the french women, only to take a side step away from the man; teasing him, then again; why not? It had been ages since she had bothered with either sex.