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[ Sharp canines capture Cellar's attention — she's already wondering what they'd feel like on her skin, instead of worrying about the very same thing, or the fact that this could easily be a trap set by a wolf in human's clothing. A beautiful human, unfortunately, who is coming pretty close and telling Cellar what she wants to hear from anyone who'll make her crave their attention. Maybe the flower has something to do with her lowered defenses; she has neither the time nor the mind to theorize about anything when Lauralae is right there. ]

Okay. [ Softly, a smile tugging the corner of her lips, Cellar lifts a hand to cup the other woman's face and leans down for a kiss. Chaste, gauging her reaction, indulging in some pretend-romance before any greed sets in. ]