Hazel was shaken out of her inspection by the breathtaking sight in front of her, a boy reeking of fun. “Well hello, pretty little thing. What’s an unattended little goddess as yourself doing out here by herself with no one to protect you? These woods are dangerous, especially for a lady who smells so divine. Perhaps I could protect you? Or take a bite if you’re interested.” Hazel was very much interested in this boy - as he put it - taking a bite. “As it turns out, I was looking for a pretty boy such as yourself,” she purred at him. “As to the danger of the woods - I’m sure I can handle myself.”
“Name’s Adonis, son of Sabertooth’s heir. Who might be the delectable flower in my sight?” She licked her lips, mind whirring. Two princes in one day - an achievement, for sure. “My name’s Hazel.” She tried for the same sultry tone she had used with Chiodos, smirking. “A prince, hmm? I’d love to be . . . bitten . . . by a prince.” She meant this figuratively, as Adonis had used the term. However, she was more than open to a bit of literal biting. “Fire away.” She leaned closer to Adonis, tail flicking.

“That’s the price you’re payin’ if you want my magic!”