A bark of laughter burst from Despoina. Genuine amusement and laughter brought a smile to her face. Her shoulders shifted under her fur and she seemed to think for a moment. “Bitch, Mistress of the Moors.” She grinned from ear to ear, her voice still ringing with the laughter that had overcome her. “I like it.” She snapped her jaws in a flashing, toothy smile and her tail wagged once in acceptance of her new title. If she did not become known as that throughout Iromar she would be sorely disappointed.

Her smirk mirrored Eleanor’s. Despoina could not deny the fact she enjoyed the other woman’s company. Rough around their edges she felt as though she could still trust Eleanor. Trust her to know she would bite anyone who tried to get something from her that should not have been shared. Her eyes shined with a smile that did not meet her face, a thought she would keep to herself. Snarling and snapping at each other, growling threats and insults at every opportunity, she decided since Eleanor had taken the chance to place her trust in her, she would uphold it. Though she would never declare it to anyone. She wanted to keep her own secrets as well.

“It’s a shame you aren’t a little more humble.” the Moor Wolf mocked. “Someone could almost get used to your face and your voice if it were not talking about how pretty you were all the time.” As she drew closer, nose to nose and peering into Eleanor’s eyes she lowered her voice to a daring pur. “And what would you trade? For a warmth in the soft ground to Iromar?” So close, all she needed to do was stick her tongue out and she would have licked Eleanor’s nose. She pulled back her lips, baring her teeth in a continued, teasing challenge, daring the other woman to try to put her in her place while she tried desperately to refrain from revealing too much in their closeness and the scent that wafted from Eleanor’s body.

Eleanor moved, Despoina’s slate gaze was locked on her and her tail lifted slightly. Her body stiffened in surprise at their actual touch. Her mind raced through everything she knew she was not supposed to think. So much so she almost missed the words Eleanor had said and was caught completely off guard by her sudden shove. She stumbled to the side with a surprised growl. Heart hammered in glee she regained her feet and crouched to a pose ready to spring. “‘Some’ wolves. ‘Some’ wolves, I really don’t give a shit about.” Bulky body launched forward. Oddy playful she did not use her full strength, meaning only to counter the push she had been given. Mouth wide in a face attack, she aimed for Eleanor’s ruff, more interested in putting her muzzle in her fur than actually making contact with her fangs.