<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/>She chuckles at his comment about they where all so young when he arrived, he isn't that much older than her. With his hand slowly roaming up her leg pulling the dress higher with it her wolf slowly seem to waken inside of her head. Just enough to contently smack her lips and crack open a sleepy eye, or at least that is how Maria likes to imagine it.<br/><br/>Briefly she looks around, it strikes her how young they are. Mid twenties to high 30s most, the older members will probably come around later to pay their respects to the Alpha after the pups have finished playing. But that is not her headache, let her new Alpha sort all that out. She has full confidence in him, if nothing else he just needs to smile and half the pack will probably swoon.. if not more.<br/><br/>“Oh shus...”<br/><br/>She gets interrupted as he leans down and plants his big bushy face against hers and his lips finds their target in a rapidly deepening kiss. Maria lets her lips part and her tongue dart out to swipe playfully across his before she all but spits out one of the hairs from his beard. Men! Why do they have to be scruffy with their fur.. no beard.. shesh wolf! Mentally she pushes the wolf back down into her head as her four legged sister comes padding up the mental corridor to poke at what is going on.<br/><br/>When they break apart she looks up at him with a slight flustered blush on her cheek, her right hand reaches up to cup his face tenderly while gazing deeply into his eyes. It has been quite a while for her, many months so she finds her heart already racing. She so has missed pack, sure there are many a cute tourist that come visit that love to flirt with her she never dare follow up on that. No, pack is better, pack is safe.<br/><br/>“Beast.”<br/><br/>She grumbles deeply before leaning in to kiss him in return, her lips brushing against his with just a feather-light touch as her hand still rests on his cheek. Thumb brushing through the beard enjoying the feel of the thick hairs parting against her skin.<br/>