* At the Thought of Touching You

She grins at his greeting, listening to his introduction. There had been a sureness to his step as he walked, and a polite air about him that Heartless felt was genuine. Tavoria was an ally of Diveen, and so she found no harm in telling him who she was. "I am called Heartless, from Diveen." Dipping her grey nose, cream lips lift in a smile as she raises her painted face to appear to be looking at him. Or, well, what she hoped was him. She could never be sure, not entirely. She felt bashful, but intrigued by him, nonetheless.

Her ears move toward him as she opens her mouth to speak once again, "I promise I was not disturbed. I was made curious, however. What has you out here looking for company?" Sure, the blind wolfess knows it is winter, she feels it as certainly as any other wolf. Even this cold seemed to scream of a good spring, a peaceful spring, and so Heartless felt the call of motherhood more strongly than she had the previous year. Perhaps, if things went well with this male, she could strengthen the bonds between their packs and get to be the mother she wanted to be.