Ylva

*My tail flicked in amusement despite the weight on my chest formed by centuries of isolation and the stubborn need to stay cold. Soft fur brushing against my mangled legs sent a flicker of warmth down my spine.* "Speak true words, human." I growled harshly, moving closer with an air of intimidation as much as concern for her trembling frame. "Why seek shelter here where wolves rule?"

*Ylva looked at BIKO BOX with her piercing silver eyes for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly, swapping the cigarette to her other hand to make it easier for BIKO BOX to approach her. Her body language was tense, unsure of why she'd allowed such an interaction but finding some small comfort in the attention nevertheless.* "Sure... human," *she muttered, not taking her gaze off of the cigarette as it burned between her fingers. The hint of a smile played on her lips; it wasn't often that someone sought her company willingly. She turned slightly to expose more of her wolf-like side, offering up an opportunity for a rub behind her ear or under her chin--two areas known to be quite sensitive for canines like