Whinnie couldn't stop smiling. Not many would know why she had this grin plastered on her face. Her meeting with him had changed her mood completly. Ever since he had come up and she had walked on him. Her ears heated at the images it brought to mind, the things that she had done with her pack mate. It had been beyond anything she had ever done before. Though the strawberry blonde women couldn't say he was a stranger after what they had done. Of course she wanted to see him again, but she refused to chase after some male like a love struck idiot. The french women rolled her blue and half green eyes thinking to herself. It had sure as hell been pleasurable. A devious grin came to her lips as she walked in the light snow.
The sound of Monsieur Jefferson howl rose in the grey skies. Whinifred's ears perked the the sound of the males call. "What makes your howl so sad monsieur?" Whinifred whispered to herself. Shrugging she picked up a fast paced lope moving with grace her short legs carrying her far with her speed on her side, instead of a long stride. So many things were in her mind at the moment, the thought of a pack meeting made her stomach roll. If he ignored her around other wolves the french women wouldn't be surprised. Her last mate had done that to her, but luckily she had killed him with the rest of her pack, he had deserved it the most.
Slowing her pace when she came onto the cabin where Monsieur Jefferson and DaVinci stood. Whinifred smirked. Both were of the same mold, even if the couldn't see it themselves. Walking forwards her small frame nothing compared to the two males, not that the french women cared. She was strong and she knew it, even though she was tall. Letting her eyes move to Jefferson. Her grin dropped from her face and a serious look came over her young and beautiful features. "Bonjour Monsieur Jefferson and DaVinci." She said looking between the two. The female only hoped they didn't mention the smell on her coat of him.
OOC:: Him= Lysander 
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