Anya tensed when Skye's hand landed on her shoulder, but she didn't start or pull away. She tilted her head back to look up at the Wolf, incidentally giving Skye a great look down the front of her partially unzipped hoodie. Nice rack...<br/><br/>Those large, dark, soulful eyes met hers.<br/><br/>"Why would I be<em>jaluza</em>of the 'Coon? I am surprised she can walk with that hanging between her legs."  Anya tilted her head. "You like girls?" Her nose wrinkled. "Is no problem. Better than Mister Monty."<br/><br/>And then her stomach rumbled loudly, which triggered a cute blush.<br/><br/>"Could use food."