Kanya loved the freedom. She loved being able to go where she wanted and do what she wanted. She didn't want to feel any restrictions on her life and that included clothes. She hated the feel of them and wanted to live naturally as the gods intended. However, one thing she did love being restricted by was in the arms of a good friend or lover. She liked being snuggled and loved on. Given her centuries of life to experience and figure out for herself what she loved best, she was always on the hunt for new cuddling prospects. If it turned into something more, great, if not, then she at least got her lovely fix of hugs and snugs. It was just that pesky instinctual flight-or-fight reaction everyone got whenever they first behold her. Once they get over their initial fear of her abnormal looks, she made absolutely certain she was positioned cutely to be as appealing as possible before asking them to apply lotion or some other balm on her skin and fur - something banal and familiar to ease the tension and get them to talking. The snuggles would come later, but for now it was time to get to know each other better.
