<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0a/4d/a6/0a4da64b651b06a2bd1240c8b6f33ff9--native-american-girls-american-indian-women.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Maria Weaver   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=275498.msg13535112#msg13535112)</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Not too far from the challenge circle<br/><strong>Currently:</strong>Chatting with Tòmas<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tòmas, open<hr/><br/>Her eyes widens when his hand slides up to squeeze her ass, but before she can say anything he is lifting her up and with some difficulty as she isn't helping due to giggling to much he has her positioned so that she is sitting in his lap. As his lips finds her neck she reaches up to brush her long hair away so he won't choke on it, she wishes that has never happened but she remembers a short lived little romance that ended up poorly as he ended up with a mouthful of hair. And somehow that was her fault. MEN!<br/><br/>“Oh you can eh? And what type of behavior would that be? Running naked around the place with a sausage between your bums?”<br/><br/>Her eyes are sparkling with mischief as she reaches up with a hand and teases his beard slowly, using the digits to brush it out while her eyes never leaves his. She pauses to lean in to kiss his adorably cute nose as it pokes out of the forest of beard and mustache. Then she lays her head down on his shoulder and lets out a soft little sigh while her mind conjures up the image of him doing said run. At the thought of running her wolf perks up again, this time she isn't so easily pushed down. Maria's scent slowly shifts to a deeper more musky scent, when she lifts her head back up her eyes are slowly shifting to the yellow eyes of her sister wolf. A playful little nip at his lips with her own follows before she runs her hands slowly along his chest.<br/><br/>“Or.. did you have something else in mind?”