Laughing softly, Harmony reached down with her left hand, running her fingers through his russet fur. It was thickening from the impending winter. Good thing she was bringing a winter-esque jacket along. Her tongue began drumming on the roof of her mouth, making a sound not unlike a cat's purr or a dull engine running. When the werewolf wasn't directly in front of her, she stepped out and made her way down the hall.<br/><br/>"If you are in a playful mood, Master Wolf, we should first get out of the town limits," she told him with a tilt of the head and smirking eyes.