Butterflies And Salamanders

The dark shadow tinted temptress would giggle softly at his reaction when she had pressed her ebony nosr against his, the way he acted bringing a soft smile to her face. Sal was a nice wolf, and he had almost seemed uncomfortable when she had put him on the spot like that. The girl mentally told herself I'm sorry and turned her attention back to the dark male, a small smile upon her ebony maw.

"I dunno, Mari is just weird like that, sometimes." The girl would say with a tilt of her head, slender legs stretching as she pushed herself into a comfortable laying down position, watching the male curiously as if to see what he had to say, orange topaz looking into his amethyst gaze.