Fancy meeting you here

She snorted at his words, eyes rolling. A day over three? Yeah right. When she thought of age next to Colten she felt ancient. She would smile softly though, the notion pleasing her. He was a gentleman... or was he? His eyes roamed her body, that hunger back in them. Her own gaze sparked when he nipped her jaw, muscles coiling beneath her aging fur. The bite lit the fire in her again, all thoughts of being tired long gone as that seemingly endless hunger was woken up once more. He just couldn't keep his paws off of her, could he? Batting her lashes towards him her breath hissed out between her teeth, shorter tail swatting against the earth once with an audible thud. "You never grow tired of me, do you?" she asked, almost mystified. This young boy could have any lady be pleased, but he picked the old broad with a sour temperament and a past of darkness. She had been nothing to anyone for her whole life, it was nice to feel a little in the spot light. For once she actually felt like she mattered, like there was someone out there who thought of her. The life of a slave was not an easy one to bounce back from, but perhaps Colten could show her the way. To be in love and not be a slave... well she would die a very happy woman.