Knock.....knock

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

Knock.....knock

Bianca · Wolf a la Rouge

"Behold the mighty werewolf. Strong, lithe, dangerous. Watch how she expertly herd's her pray into a dead end from which there is no escape. But wait, the pray is not to be underestimated. A clever beast, he knows the werewolves' weakness. For you see, this particular werewolf is rather bottom heavy and her center of gravity makes her vulnerable to attack..."

Bianca was only too happy to narrate the action while Loke valiantly tried to get her hands on the "puppy." At least according to loke the furry beast was a "puppy." Bianca called him an ottoman with legs. Which would be a cute ottoman if he didn't insist on drooling and licking everything in sight. To call Bianca an animal lover would have been a stretch. Sure she loved the cute little critters. Fried, broiled, tar tar, the dog though. Cute little bastard was growing on her till he decided to take a dirt bath and then play lap dog. It would have been funny except it was her lap he landed on. Somehow that got Bianca nominated to be Loke's helper when Loke decided to give the dog a much deserved bath. Problem was...the dog didn't want a bath.

Which brought them to here and now. Perched on the grass, Bianca watched as Loke tried to manhandle the freshly caught spawn of doggie Satan towards a kiddy pool filled with warm water and shampoo. At some point Bianca should have helped but...nah. It was way more fun watching Loke do all the dirty work. After all, patience and respect for life and all that. What better way to learn than to practice it?

Thirty minutes later, all thoughts of patience and love and peace on earth have gone out the window as Bianca glared at the soapy puppy who gave her and Loke a doggy grin in return. In a turn of events which turned most unfortunate for her once dry clothes, Bianca wound up soaked, soapy, and looked like a loser at an X-treme wet T-shirt contest with thoughts of dark spells floating in her head. She could feel the tingle of her power concentrating in the tips of her fingers before she willed herself to let go. Release the power back into the ether and just growl at the "puppy" who knowing full well what he was doing, barked happily in reply. "Oh you think I'm funny do you? Like a clown, I'm here to amuse you?" Clearly she was because the puppy bent down to sniff at the ground for a moment as if contemplating her question just before looking up at the two mighty werewolves, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he sat there laughing at them in his own special way. So yes, he did think she was funny.

Bianca so didn't need that.

"Fuck this I'm gettin a beer." Looking to her right, the redhead just choked back a laugh when she saw the look on Loke's face. The woman looked like her skin was made of wet cotton. Not that Bianca was doing any better, still, at least she didn't have that much hair to dry later. "Want one?" Before the other woman had a chance to reply, Bianca was half way to the back door that lead to the kitchen. The chill of the AC hit her the second she stepped over the threshold, her cool skin breaking out in temporary gooseflesh while her body adjusted to the temperature difference. It was while Bianca's head was half way in the fridge that she heard the doorbell. Figures they'd have visitors right now.

She gave it a few, just to see if someone else would be kind enough to get the door, when that didn't happen, Bianca sighed, great sound only the greatest of Martyrs could produce, and headed for the door. Peeling wet fabric away from her skin and running her fingers through her hair to give the red mass somebody. With great flourish, Bianca swung the door open, her nostrils flaring slightly when she took in the scent of the stranger on the other side of the threshold. Warm and furry and cute. With one arched eyebrow, Bianca gave him a once over, not at all shy about where her eyes lingered for a good long while before she looked over her shoulder and shouted at the top of her lungs...

"Hey! Who ordered the steak?!"

Lexi Trent · Foxy Hati

Foot stomped to fit the new boot into place before she started lacing it up. At least the stomping hadn’t broken the three-inch heel, which was certainly a plus. Smirk formed as she admired the way the boots completed her outfit. Oh yes, these would do nicely. Knee-high black boots, dark blue denim skirt, and a crimson tank top? Yeah, she looked pretty good. Fingers threaded through her hair to get it out of her face as she headed back downstairs. In the kitchen a glass was snagged from the cupboard and filled with a mix of orange and cranberry juice with a little rum mixed in. Mm, yummy.

With the glass in hand, she headed for the living room to lounge and snag the remote. There had to be something on, right? Well, there was stuff on, but none of it looked good to her. More movies, that's what she needed to work on getting. The knock at the door was barely a blip on her radar, figuring it was another delivery of some sort to either Loke or Llidya. Those two always seemed to be ordering this or that and she wasn't getting roped into carting whatever it was to its destination.

No, it was Bianca's shout that finally got her off her lazy ass. Steak? Emerald gaze slid past the redhead to admire the stranger, lips curling slightly upward. "Well, hello there, handsome." The bag, the flowers.. ooh, booze. "Planning to share?" A finger lifted away from her glass to indicate the bottle.

-- Edited by Lexi Trent on Monday 18th of May 2009 07:29:06 PM

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Puppy was no longer really a puppy, although that was his name for lack of a better imagination. The tibetian Mastiff was growning at an immense rate even at only six months old he topped off with his head just below the hips. Yes, he was cute and a but drooly but today well he was being a royal pain in her amazing ass. Lifting him wasn't the problem, catching him and holding him still had been the problem.

"Stop narrarating and help me damn it!" She had growled at one point to Bianca who was having herself a grand ole time watching. Thankfully Rad B did come to her rescue but in the end it had only gotten both of the women soaked and looking far worse off in the long run then the wet dog.

"God yes, I want a beer." Muttering to herself as she held Puppy by his collar as Bianca disappeared into the back door of the house.   Looking down at herself she looked like she had rolled in the mud with the dog. Splatters of mud clung to her soaked t-shirt and jeans.   Very thankful she had chosen to do this outside.   Glancing around the back porch for the towel she reached for it, not yet letting the dog go.   A quick rub down of the towel to his short haired body before she moved to the back door to let him inside.

Once the door was open Puppy was happy to go inside, dropping right down at the back door to roll around on the carpet that sat at the back door. Stepping over the rolling and snorting dog she closed the door hearing Bianca yell and then Lexi's voice. Did she order food?   She didn't think she ordered a food delivery today, but god knows, as much as the pack ate she might have and just forgotten.

Barefoot she headed to the front door, shivering at the Air conditioning inside as certain parts of her body responded.   She stepped up behind Lexi rubbing at her chest to ease the sudden headlights before she looked up meeting the male wolves amber eyes with her own amber gaze.

Hands dropped to her side as she stared for a minute before she inched past Bianca and Lexi to peek around outside. There was no van full of food, slightly confused about the whole steak comment. She gaze up at the ... cowboy, in Rome? A grin on her lips. "Uh, Hi. I'm Loke, you are?" Offering her hand to him before the sorting barking menance known as puppy came bouncing into the three woman's legs in his happy effort to get to the man outside. Loke ended up putting a hand out and catching Lexi's boob in one and cuffing Bianca's rear as Puppy's paws came down on her backside and knocked her past the women right into the poor cowboy.

Squish.

Her t-shirt stained with mud left a lovely went print on his flannel, as her face burst into redness. Her hands had moved to catch herself as she found herself face first in his chest with her hands clamped around him and gripping his bum. All the while the troublesome dog barking and jumping up and down in excitement. Apparently this was still play time for him. A squeeze was given before realization told her where her hands had landed.

Loke pulled back hands flying up as if she was under arrest. "Um... Oops. Sorry!"

-- Edited by The Bitch Wolf on Monday 18th of May 2009 08:10:58 PM

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

Out of all the things that could happen with the opening of a door this one was one West hadn't anticipated and it left him feeling amused and as the seconds ticked by strangely aroused. It was a normal reaction for any man or beast, you'd have to be dead to not have felt a thing and if the surprised expression in his wild chartreuse eyes hadn't been proof enough that he was alive and very much male then the tightness in his jeans could be a sure indicator. He didn't bother to hide it for to turn would signify that he wasn't comfortable in their presence and he was not a gent use to hiding behind false truths.

Bianca and Lexie were a sight to behold and one he didn't turn away from. Guess it was just his lucky day to be blessed with the grace of not only one but two angels with eyes that could lure a man to his death. He could not get a full look at Lexie quite yet since she was still out of his line of vision but what he had saw he liked. The eyes she held along with those of Bianca's were ones that spoke volumes and if left unattended on a male could cause pure havoc on the body. He focused his attention for now on the one standing so brazen in the doorway. Her look was one of experience and she boldy looked him up and down as if sizing him up for some sort of take out buffet. West stood there and after she had her once over of him he gladly took it as a invitation to do the same, so with a lean to the outer door frame he looked her up and down. Starting with her face then down the slope of her neck to purposely pause on her chest which was hard not to notice due to it being soak and wet. West smiled a secret smile to himself that had the right corner of his lip tugging up in a crooked slant. Yellow Amber's lowered down to stray over the flat of her stomach and then pooled for a second to linger at a certain intricate part of her body.

West moved his gaze back up not stopping until those eyes of his met with hers. That voice of hers was loud when she yelled yet still sexy and siren like when the words registered and he heard how she referred to him as the steak. He fought the impulse to chuckle and instead he leaned in to take up a bit of Bianca's personal space. The hat was tipped at her followed by some southern dialect.

"I reckon it be the same one who ordered the dessert"

Before the cowboy could further add to that, the other woman Lexie came into fuller view. West allowed that warm smile to spread the corners of his lips wider.It was a smile that could melt the butter on warm toast, and clearly the southern gent had a great appreciation for the way Lexie was dressed for he tipped his hat to her as well in a respectful greeting and added a teasing wink. The blonde wolf moved beneath his skin standing up alert and curious. It had found Lexie's scent different and West knew she wasn't wolf but something else, something that was just as intoxicating.

Lexie's greeting and question had West moving forward another step. He nodded to her and spoke.

"Howdy right back at ya' beatiful and of course darlin', just point me in the general direction of the kitchen and I will gladly take to filling a glass for ya'. Unless ya' like it straight from the bottle?."

West lowered his head not caring when that shaggy mane of brown fell into his eyes. His jaw was seasoned with a three o' clock shadow of hair growth and he smelled of honey suckle and cut grass. That well worn hat of his slid from his head and would have hit the ground if he hadn't caught it just in time with his other hand. West lifted his head and with a boyish grin he leaned over and gently eased the hat down on to Lexie's head. He moved it this way and that until it looked a'right. That calloused hand of his slid down and with careful expertise he tucked a lock of the fox's hair behind a ear.

"I do say now.Ya' looking rather fetching in that darlin'. Now would ya mind holding on to it for me while I pop this here bottle open for ya' all".

West stepped back and noticed he still held the flowers and so he with drew two. One he boldly put down the front of Bianca's shirt collar. Gave it a pat smirking some what playfully when her shirt make a sucking splat noise. The other flower he held out for Lexie and when she took it

(if she did) he would nod and then lower that head of his once more. Mouth parted and with his teeth he took to biting and twisting the stubborn lid off.

West had just gotten the lid off when all in behold!,. another lass came into the room. Funny he smelled wet dog coming from some place behind her. That did not distract him one bit from noticing her shirt. She like Bianca were soaked and also like Bianca this one's accessories peeked out as they stood up against the flimsy material of her shirt. The small buds demanded attention and West found he was dumbstruck for a moment. Lucky he had thought himself before but now?. He was fixin' to belive that he was kissed by some mischievous god himself. This all just had to be some sort of illusion though hard as it may be for one to belive in easy luck it was not made up in his mind. All three of the purdy darlin's were right here. Warm blooded, soft and so not where he needed his mind to go right now.

West shook his head trying to shake his troublesome mind from the gutters. Hell's bells!, the man needed a distraction away from the distraction at hand and sure enough he got it. But not in the way he had wanted it or so he told himself trying to appease his mind if not his treacherous body that he was of the gentleman type. Though manners be damned, West could play with the best of them. It must be because he had been so long with out a partner that this was all becoming a bit hot on him.

Loke's hand extended to him and West moved his own out to take hers but was interrupted by the hell's wet hound. It caused quite a stir up and one that had West wishing for a replay button. A hand to a breast, one to a rear. It was like watching a girl made up three some in person, he barely had time to arch a brow before the dog slammed into her causing Loke to fall forward and with out thought West acted out on instinct. Strong wide arms flexed slightly as they shot out to wrap themselves firmly around Loke's waist. Her body was hugged snuggly against his own in his attempt to keep her and himself from falling backward. He found himself smiling down at her head when he saw that her face was all flushed and pushed against the wall of his chest. Loke's hands on his rear caused him to groan inwardly with unchecked want.

West gritted his teeth together as Loke moved about against him and then she proceeded to torture his already gutter mind by squeezing his bum. When she pulled back realizing her mistake West chuckled. His arms may have lowered but for the moment his hands remained locked on her waist. He lowered his head gently touching that forehead of his against hers, Amber eyes held to her own yellow ones and he allowed that dark drawl of his to ring clearly as he addressed her.

"Quite alright me darlin'. Now when is it me turn?."

The bottle was gone from his hand and so he looked down and saw it broken along the ground. The hell dog was still running around and West took the situation into his own hands. He barked out a very firm sit!.. Then looked back to Loke whom he still had trapped in his tender hold.

"I reckon if he nae want to sit then I could always dig out my trank kit. It pays to be a vet"

The dog sat and let out a whine one that had West kneeling down those hands of his took their feel of Loke's hips when he dragged them down for a second. He lowered a hand to faithfully scratch behind the big trouble maker's ear then rising to his feet he handed the rest of the flowers over to Loke.

"I think these here may need to be put into some water soon, could ya help me with that Loke?".

West looked to her and then to the other two.

"My name is West Larkson, call me what ya' may. I am fixin to take my stay here. I was invited by Ash and he also said I would have someone to show me around these parts. Would any of ya' all happen to be me guide?.

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Dear God and baby jesus in swaddling clothes. Hands still upraised as if this was an arrest. Bianca, Lexie.. help! He's touching me!   She wanted to reach out to the two women and shake them but instead she stood there silently, burning that bright red color. Suddenly she was very glad she had worn a bra. Sure, hard nipples was a normal thing but without the comfort or the help of a bra, who knew she might have put out someone's eye.

Amber gaze met West's as he touched his forehead to her own. For a moment, she flinched, very slightly as if it startled her. In fact it did, the Maori touched foreheads in symbolizm of family and love.   Of course, she wasn't sure if he knew that, most wouldn't unless they shared that Hawaiian background.

When his hands gave up their holds on her hips she took two steps back putting the other two woman in front of her. Throw Loke into a fight and she was fine, tell her the world was ending and she had to fight to stay alive, she could do it. Have a man touch her or flirt with her, she turned into a stuttering idiot.   To many years had been given to Marcus, soley to him. The very idea of flirting was so ... so wrong it seemed.

"His name's Puppy." She offered as he knelt to itch behind the mastiff's head. "Sorry 'bout that Lex, Rad B." Hands trying to weasel there way into the wet pockets of her jeans.

New Wolf, Ash invited him. She glanced at the other two, not at all jumping into volunteer to show him around. For one, she had to clean up the back deck of the puppy bath stuffs and then she had to get changed and get down to the asylum and make sure her area of the rebuilt place was being done properly.   And she honestly, didn't want to be alone with a man like him. Hell to the no, with that voice it could turn very dangerous. Lips tipped up for a moment, remembering Caine back in Hawaii. God it had been a long time ago. Mmmm

Lexi Trent · Foxy Hati

Since she was still in possession of her strange concoction, she merely tilted the glass one way then the other. West could just add a little of that good stuff to what she already had and they could call it done. Ooh, now she had something to ransom. His hat on her head and be damned if she was just going to give it back when he said it looked good on her. Teeth flashed in a bright grin, amusement shining in her eyes and laughter bubbling up. Well, if he could tease right along with them he’d fit in just fine. And he’d brought flowers which just helped to enhance the wildflower scent, push down the smell of damp earth, that always wreathed her.

All amusement soon fled in the attempt to stay upright when the hell-beast came for them. Oh, that beast was a cute one when he wasn’t drooling on her shoes or bare feet.. or when he wasn’t trying to be a lap dog. Right now, she would have liked nothing more than to give ‘Puppy’ a swift quick for nearly succeeding in making her drop the glass she’d been holding on to. She hadn’t expected to have to defend herself from Loke in the process, but what was a little boob-grabbing between friends?

Of course, it looked like Loke got the worst of it… or was that the best of it? Head tilted to peer at Loke’s hands on West’s ass, muttering something about luck and unfairness. Honestly, what were the odds of a greeting like this happening again? Loke’s retreat had her reaching back to hook her fingers in the waistband of the Hawaiian’s soaked pants. Comfort or forcing her to stick around? Well, that was up for interpretation. “No worry, luv, but he killed the drink.”

Looking from Loke to Bianca, then back again, she gave a shrug. “Come on in, West. I’ll give you the grand tour and then we’ll see if we can’t settle you in somewhere.” A bump of her hip to Loke’s as she moved past her, disentangling her fingers from the soaked pants. A finger crooked at West, inviting him to follow her. Besides, she had that hat for the moment. If he wanted it back, he had to come get it. This is going to be fun…

-- Edited by Lexi Trent on Tuesday 19th of May 2009 10:21:42 AM

Bianca · Wolf a la Rouge

"You know...I think I've seen pornos that started like this..." Bianca said in an offhand manner to no one in particular while she watched Mr.. Tight Britches come into the house. Although the hour was still young and weirder things have happened...

Musing to herself, Bianca looked down at the flower that was now sticking out of her cleavage and snorted. Well, at least he found the one place where the little thing would thrive. Once West was inside and the dog subdued, more or less, Bianca kicked the door closed. It fell shut with an ominous boom. As a result the hallway became enveloped in a murky darkness with daylight spilling from open doorways only a few feet away.

"Welcome to the madhouse West. You might want to keep that tranq kit handy thought." A light purr of a growl coated her words as she brushed by the cowboy, making sure brush up against him as she navigated between him, Lexie and Loke. Hey, she didn't have a towel handy so he was the next best thing. When she passed by the dog, Bianca couldn't help herself as she crouched down, ruffling the puppy's ears as she told him what a bad, horrible, misbehaving beast he was. Oddly enough that put her level downright on eye level with West's crotch and clearly the guy was very happy to be there. Thankfully Bianca was too much of a lady to talk about the obvious, but when West asked for a guide to show him around, that pretty much nearly killed the werewolf.

Deep inside her beast growled, in an almost "don't you dare" way, but when did Bianca ever listen? "You know...why don't we all show you around?" The phrase was delivered innocently enough, there was no guile in her voice just sheer friendliness as Bianca rose slowly to her full height. "Hey I have an idea. Loke and I were trying to give the mutt here a bath, and he seems to listen to you, maybe you can help us with that and finish what we started? It'll give Loke and I a chance to dry off get some lunch going. And then we can all go on a little tour. Show you 'round the bend?" Blue green eyes nearly glowed from the effort it took for Bianca keep her voice level and light despite the overwhelming urge to make a boner joke. Looking from Lexie then to Loke she smiled sweetly, waiting for imput from other women, and just when she thought herself in the clear Bianca glanced over at West and just grinned as she plucked the flower from its "vase" and thumped him on the shoulder lightly. "So West, you like sandwiches?"

-- Edited by Bianca on Tuesday 19th of May 2009 11:49:40 AM

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Cop out, do it, you'll regret it later if you don't. Loke's inner babble rallied in her support of getting out of the uncomfortable situation. Bare feet moved her toward the back door, eager to get outside and clean up as soon as Lexie let her go. Damn it Rad B! She silently wanted to chuck something heavy and lethal at the red headed wolf. She turned with a forced apologetic smile.

"I really can't today. I have to meet up with my attorney and go over to the asylum and check on the gallery part and make sure it's coming along. Besides, I only have a bike. My car's still at Evie's... so yeah. " She rose her shoulders in a shrug that said "sorry but not really."

"Ya'll have fun alright? Oh Lex, in my room in the box next to my desk is a bottle of some kinda wine that Silent gave me. My apology for ruining the bottle." She winked at the vixen and like the yellow belly chicken she was she made a quick exit outside to clean up. Leaving Puppy, following them more sedately as if he was included in the planning.

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

" A'right sounds good to me suga plum".

West didn't hesitate when Lexi gave a curl of her finger. He took that as all the invitation he needed, with a grin to her he stepped forward one hand holding tight to the bag he had still resting on a shoulder. Where he came from when a lady took to inviting ya' in then you didn't diddle around wasting her time and if ya' did then ya' were either dafter then all hell or ya' mama didn't teach ya' any manners. Besides what kind of male would not want to be in the company of one's truly blessed by the heavens?. Their lips alone begged to be.. West shook his head before he allowed that thought process to take him any further and thanked his gutter mind there for a second on the bold Bianca. Her comment alone on porno's had those wheels a turnin' and try as he may not to comment he just could not let that comment go with out adding his own two cents.

"Ya', I second that here baby doll' so do tell me where do ya' see this one heading?".

It had been said under his breath yet the cowboy knew she heard him for he intended it that way, that Amber gaze of his had locked dead onto hers before he turned his head with the closing of the door. West smiled at Loke who seemed reluctant to be to near him. A wink was granted as if West kept some small secret with in and for a second there he had allowed it to be visible to Loke who he knew by her small reaction had known what it was he had done with the pressing of the foreheads. It had been a long time since West had touched heads to anyone but the temptation had over come him when he took notice of her features. His dearly departed sweet heart had been of the same nature and her beliefs in her Hawaiian heritage had been shown one way or another in her every breath. Lord bless her soul, those chartreuse eyes of his darkened and the blonde wolf could be felt very near the skin.

Bianca's welcome snapped the southern gent from past memories. His lips twitched followed by a smooth smile. Those eyes of his followed her as she made her way toward him, he gave a short response back.

"Thank ya' darlin', I am happy to be here and much obliged to Ash for granting me with a place to stay"

He made to say more though came up short when she mentioned something about his tranq kit. A brow rose high and he had to fight a shiver of anticipation with the succulent noise she produced out toward him. West had thought he had his hormones in check but continued to be surprised. The house was filled with various scents and they called to him and stronger yet to his wolf.

Then the brazen one took it up another step as she walked right by and purposely brushed along his side. West had to restrain the urge to act out against that, a man could only take so much and between her teasing's, Loke's bashfulness, and Lexi over there looking quite damn good in his hat he was shocked he hadn't already busted a nut. The blonde wolf had wanted to press it's self at the brazen's one wolf when she dared him with her innocent enough stunt but a silent rebuke from it's human master had subdued him. A hard task indeed for West was a dominant one and he could smell her so very clearly now, her and the other two. Had it really been that long since West had been around another female of his kind?. Or was he just being a randy bastard due to all of the estrogen in the small room..

A deep breath was taken as he bent to place his bag along the floor and finally he felt the control come back. Then again it was rocked a second time on it's edge when Bianca lowered to her knees to pet the puppy. Her eyes now leveled with his crotch and West could already see the wheels in the woman's head turning. He was half surprised that she didn't fall into her desire to comment and though he really ought to not say a thing he caved and let his words roll out in a slow draw.

"Looking for something baby doll"?.. Ya' are petting the puppy but your eyes are straying to a whole other object that requires quite a bit more petting. Did ya mama not teach you not to stare in a direction that ya' ain't up for partaking in?".

It was said out to see what sorta' of reaction he would get though West doubted very much that Bianca could be embarrassed easily, especially not with that purdy sharp tongue she was gifted. He stared at her for a minute wondering what the slight change in her was. When he had mentioned a guide he had felt something coming from her but it was hard to say if he imagined it or not. Shrugging his shoulders West didn't let it worry him any and when Bianca suggested they all show him around he nodded his approval and started toward Lexi a large hand came out to pat the top of his hat that was still firmly planted on her head.

A thumb and fore finger rubbed thoughtfully at his chin as he eyed her over and then voiced out a compliment.

"It really does look good on ya', what are the odds of me getting it back?. Good or do ya' want a favor in return.?".

West was playing with her and used the play as a excuse to get to know her a bit more. If he wanted to be a part of this pack then he would start by getting to know the lovely ladies before him. As for the hat?, he'd let her where it whenever or keep it if her purdy heart desired it so. He kept a stance beside Lexi as he turned his head to see and listen to Bianca. A nod was all he gave before Bianca was then near him tapping a flower against his shoulder.

"That all sounds good to be darlin', and I love me a good sand witch."

West glanced toward Loke who was apparently making excuses to leave. He made a mental note to talk with her later. For now he offered a smile followed by a wink and once she exited he turned toward Bianca and Lexi. Hands came up to mess with a few buttons on his flannel and once it was unbuttoned he pulled it free from his shoulders and stepped toward the brazen one. West put his arms on either side of her and with careful hands he shook out the flannel and as he pulled his hands back he allowed the material to be wrapped around her lower back and a tug was given which had Biana's body falling forward to brush against the front of his. West said nothing just grinned and lifted those hands up gliding them along her back until he ended it quickly with the flannel tied around her shoulders like a towel. There West thought, were even at least for now.

"Now ain't that better darlin'?. We would not want ya' catching a cold. After all there is only one way a woman is good when she's wet and it has nae a thing to do with coughing."..

West turned and nodded toward Lexi then snapped his fingers at the puppy. A kiss was blown to the ladies and he spoke a simple sentence before exiting out the back to bath the puppy.

"I will be right back for that lunch ya' mentioned as soon as I bath this here pup for ya' all. Oh and Lexi think on that favor to won't ya' suga plum?".

The door shut behind him and off he went to bath the pup and heed the cowboy's words. He would return in a few minutes to take on another round of women wiles.

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

"Well that was fun, not at all. Ackward. Don't even know a guy five seconds and already your touching his ass. Mom would have called me every name in the book." Loke spoke to herself as she gripped the edge of the kiddie pool that had served as the dog's bath. Bent over she drug it down the back steps into the grass before turning it over. Leaving it empty on the grass she looked around for the hose before dragging the green snake toward her.

Tilting the pool back on it's side she rinsed it off so it could be stowed back away in the shed behind the house. Humming to herself, she worked silently and quite contently. After stowing the now clean kiddy pool away she trudged back to the house to shut the hose off and coil it back up on it's round carrier.

Crouched down she held the hose with one hand guiding it into the round holder as her free arm cranked the side winding it up. Nodding to herself once it was done she stood pulling at her jeans to try and pull them up farther over her wide bum. When the back door openned she looked up and simply stared.

Jesus, God, Gaia, Mr. Deity, Great Earth Mother.. someone, maybe all of them, must hate me. Why the hell was this male coming out here without his shirt on!!! Eyes almost narrowed wondering if it was some kind of evil plan by Rad B. Although right now if it was she was seriously no longer Rad B. When Puppy followed West out and loped over to her she had to smile.

"Hi my baby." Reaching down and rubbing at his ears. "Bianca was only messing about the bath. He's done already, I mean we already finished giving him a bath. So .. um thanks though."

Straightening she moved to the table that sat outside and grabbed the two wet towels she had used to towel off the dog and grabbed her blackberry from it's silent spot. Ha! Distraction complete. Loke's amber gaze held only her cellphone as she scrolled through the messages from her many accounts and twitter subscriptions.

Lexi Trent · Foxy Hati

Bare shoulders rolled in a shrug, answer to Bianca’s suggestion. It didn’t matter to her if there was a delay in the tour. Loke’s quick departure was something of a stumper, not that she didn’t believe the Hawaiian had things to do. But, if she had to choose a word, she’d say Loke was unsettled by West’s presence. After blowing a kiss in her friend’s direction, she made a mental note to check out that bottle of wine. Probably that stuff Silent liked, which meant it wasn’t bad.

A hand went up to brush hair back under the cowboy hat after West patted it. Lips curled again, a flash of even white teeth. “Oh, a favor, of course, pet. I’ll have to think of something good for you to do as payment.” A wink as she moved out of the entryway.

Once West was out the back, she looked over at Bianca. “He’s a cute one, wouldn’t you say?” Heels clicked as she headed for the kitchen to switch the concoction in her glass to one of the empty water bottles she kept around for this very purpose. If Puppy decided to give another exuberant greeting, she wasn’t going to risk losing her drink.

“Why don’t you go on and get changed, Bianca? I’ll get lunch started for you. Or I can sit over here and supervise.” A brow arched, waiting for the verdict. Since she hadn’t been about the house as much lately, she hadn’t gotten to know any of the new wolves, Bianca included. So, there was more question to the suggestion than might have been if it were someone else.

Silent · Silent Howls

Always late for the party. But that was the way of one Miss Silent. Hooked and collared by the sweet smell of the fae wine....Funny how she was dead to the world until the sound of the bottle being opened echoed in her dreams. and out from the covers would crawl the two wolf pups...yes while they had gotten older they were still her babies.

Rolling off the bed she would pick up whatever clothes that were on the floor. One of Ashes band shirts...Yes it shocked Silent too! Tofind one of his shirts on the floor...Seans sponge bob pj pants. And would make for the orgin of the smell and people who drank it. Tieing those long colorful dreadlocks up in a knot.

"What am I always last to know about the parties Lexi"

Leaning closer to the vixen she would nuzzel against her cheek.

West Larkson · Amber Eyed Cowboy

Once outside the cowboy had only to turn slightly to his left to be gifted with the tantalizing sight of a woman's nicely shaped derriere. West hadn't met to stare but already now the southern gent had been gifted with sights wild enough to drive any sane man crazy and was beginning to wonder how much more his own sanity could handle. Plus it did not help that West was a leg, hip and butt man. Lord help him, a merciful look was granted upward before he took a slow step in her general direction.

He was nae really sure if it had been the pup who had alerted Loke first of their audience or if she had smelled them first. Either way Loke looked mighty uncomfortable and West fought the urge to tease her. There were a few good lines he could have thrown out there but he would save them for a later day when he was sure she would not die of a heart attack. She was already staring at him as if the mere sight of his chest caused her distress so there was really no need to make it harder on her, yet the wolf beneath his skin dared him on so with steady determined steps he headed toward her.

The sun over head played down nicely along the rippled muscles of his chest, muscles clearly earned from his days on the farm. He was not as built as most men but the hard labor he endured on the farm as well as the bulk he earned from being his last pack's death enforcer had earned him his fair share. He was a clean cut cowboy who always sprouted a three ' clock shadow on his face, loomed over most, played with the rough, rode harder then most were willing to ride and one who loved to get his hands dirty. West walked with one who held himself high in his pride, shoulders taunt and held back he continued toward Lock. Hands which were scarred and calloused swung from side to side as both him and his wolf locked onto their target.

That smile alone was one that dripped of sensuality and spoke of unchecked kisses and hushed whispers. Despite his roughish looks and predatory stance West was a gent born and raised and full of southern pride from his head to his toes and would not do a filly nae harm unless of course she was trying to kill him. Sadly enough West had a past experience like that but right now he would not let that past memory hinder his current intent.

"Ah shucks, and hear I thought I was gonna get the chance to get all hot and wet with ya darlin'".

A wide grin was granted to the lady and as she stepped away he gave a simple shrug of shoulders and followed her over to the table. When she retrieved the two towels he stepped into her to gently take one of them off of her. Giving the towel a good shake he unrolled it and swiped some dirt and sweat away from his fore head.

Chartreuse eyes held to her face as he brought the towel back down not really caring that it smelt like wet dog, that shaggy mane of brown hair trickled down once more over one eye. His voiced oozed seduction when he spoke next letting that southern accent drown with the word "doll" and "heat".

"After all doll' ya' sure looked like ya' were in heat a second ago when ya' seemed lost in whatever it was ya' were looking at. So, ya' in heat?.".

West was from the south and that saying could go two ways. It could mean the obvious or could have meant is the sun getting to ya. Now it was not the cowboy's fault if Loke misinterpreted it. He knew that though and secretly played with it in his favor. He stepped closer to where he was standing in front of her, the towel which he had been holding was lowered down and then brushed along her own fore head before taking a glide down one of her cheeks. He paused with it just a inch below her collar bone.

"I could always take ya' out yonder and hose ya' down if that help?"

Eyes were rich with Amber as he stared down at Loke awaiting a answer. Other hand had some how made it's way up to touch the pads of his fingers to the under side of her jaw. He looked as if he was concerned though at the same time the heat that played behind those eyes held such promise. The phone may have been a distraction she had thought to use to avoid conversation but the woman would soon learn that West was nae a man that liked to be ignored.

The pup barked so he dropped his hands away from Loke and leaned down to offer the pup a scratch and then he was up and heading back toward the house. A pat to his thigh had the pup trailing after him. A look was given over his shoulder as he hollered back to Loke.

"Hurry and join us inside for a bite Loki darlin'".

After darlin' slid from his mouth he entered into the house and called out.

"How's it going?, can I give any of ya' ladies a hand?".

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

It was a wonder she didn't bite off his hand when it got too close, or simply bash her forehead into his. He was by her own rules, invading personal territory.   However, the once very agressive black bitch that lurked inside her was temperate.   This is course was annoying, the one time Loke wanted the bitch to bolt through her veins and fuel her shock and outrage, she seemed content.   There was no overt display of dominance simply the male parading himself in front of an interested female.

Interested? What! No no, bad thought. I'm too busy, I'm not interested.

The inner babble was silenced when he interrupted her thoughts and her focus as he got way to close for comfort.   She could feel the pulse of heat coming off his skin and even though he spoke to her she really didn't hear what he said.   She flinched slightly when he drew the towel down her face. Why did her chest hurt so much?   What the hell was going on with her body.

Like a complete jackass, she realized her chest was hurting because of lack of oxygen. Oh god, he smellled good too. Standing stone still she met his gaze his words finally becoming clear and less fuzzy.

"Hose me down? " She went stiff as if she'd been smacked. A very unappealing frown on her lips. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern.   Like I said, I'm very busy today."   The words trailed off as he headed back inside, ordering HER puppy with him.   And the traitor went!   She puffed up like some kind of mallard duck, feeling insulted or slighted. How rude, her own dog abandoned her.