[ she's pretty damn turned on and it's not a secret to both of them, but, ] So are you, dolcezza. [ there's a laugh, quiet but growing louder as her knee goes to slide between texas' legs, between her thighs, to press against her crotch. the fact that texas wears shorts like this is... well it sure is texas of her. lappland's fantasies of ripping a dress off her might have to wait another day, or maybe she'd rather keep it on, the nice thing is she sure can fuck even with a dress on. ]

You're a runaway, I'm not quite. I had to be banished, unlike you. [ like a mad dog, she'd turned her fangs on her own famiglia. not a murder and then an escape, she had to have the entire famiglia and country lock her out. ] And maybe that's the difference between us. You turned tail. [ on me, she could almost say, but bites her tongue.

her hand goes to stroke texas' cheek, seemingly gentle for a moment--before seizing and pinching it, as if to a misbehaving pet, ]

Is that really such a thing a true wolf would do, rather than a pup? [ she leans in closer still, teeth now nipping to texas' ear, the slice of her teeth and bared smile, ] You'll have to tell me.

[ she knows, all her life, texas doesn't belong to her.

but she could dream and burn for wanting it anyway. ]