Was it bad that she did not know the male before her? He held the same fresh mountain scent as she yet she could not place his face. But to be honest Jakuta has not been the most sociable upon the mountain face. She rarely frequented the gatherings for she found them to be quite droll and formal. Not to mention that many wolves seemed quite cliquish. Which brings her to her most pressing issue with socializing with the mountain wolves, they just did not understand the importance of pride. She had pride within herself and just could not lower them to the standards that most felt acceptable. Even now before the rustic and obviously experienced elder she felt elite, a beautiful dame entertaining those less fortunate if you will. Yet, she would admit that he had a rather charming smile and laugh…to herself…never aloud. “You can say that again. However, it does seem to find a way to bring us together. If not for warmth of another’s pelt then for a heat of a different kind.”

The comment did not hold any weight and was made as if she was commenting on the weather. She really could not bring herself to fret too much over the season of baby making as she had absolutely no plans on creating any monsters herself. Pups required far too much attention and she really did not think she could do it all by herself. She would have to clean them, feed them, protect them, and then teach them on top of all of that. As she was mateless and imprintless that would make her a single mother, oh just the very thought threatened a headache. Thankfully her savior closed the distance after agreeing to her request oh so gallantly. “My Savior!” She positively beamed at him, nodding at his introduction. “Oh so distinguished! I am but a lowly clan member Tyrion.” A coquettish giggle is given as she bats her eyes at him before presenting herself to him in a subtly suggestive way. She may not have pups on the brain but perhaps a romp with a high ranking official….

She allows her eyes to close briefly as he takes to her ruff, enjoying the gentle tugs, only to crack them open at the pause. “Only devilishly handsome dwarves with endearing scars.” She coos the words before canting her head to one side to peer at him. “How did you get those scars by the way?” If she did not know any better she would say she approved of the way he jested about himself. It added a lightness to the air about them and caused her to relax even more into his touch. A gentle sigh is released through parted lips as her body rocks with the motion of the grooming. “You are so very good with your mouth Tyrion.” Oh yes, she went there.