"Not likely, Mr. Dracomoon." A seductive feminine voice calls out to the blue werewolf, not just out loud, but also in his head. The voice that was heard out loud came from a well endowed woman, wearing what appears to be just a black leather strap for a top and a black leather skirt. She wears high heels with laces that wrap around her legs, up to her knees. With a long, braided blonde pony tail and a violet hue of eyes, she reaches up to her face to adjust her rounded specticles. She sits on a bench, not too far away from the werewolf. Funny, she wasn't there before. The woman stands up and begins to walk towards the large blue patch of fur. She reaches out and holds her hand under his chin to pull his face up to look her in the eyes.
"No Slash has ever traversed through this part of the world." She explains further with a playful grin before turning off to strut away a few paces.