Bramblepoint Cinnamon Harvest with his best buddy Ooky

Lulu was able to contain herself long enough to hear the male's words. His voice seemed odd to her; it was much lower and carried more bass than she would've liked, though the intrigue kept her still. Besides, her body was much too heavy in the moment for her to be able to lift herself even if she had wanted to. My poison? Lulu giggled to herself in a schoolgirl fashion and rolled her neck slightly, exposing the red rash and torn away fur just under her chin. That depends on who's asking. 

A wry smile made its way across her maw as Lulu attempted to keep herself from falling to the side, at which point she retired to a more relaxed and reclined position against the ground. Her paws in front of her and her tail swishing behind, she watched the male and examined his position. To her, he was an angel, pure of heart and of mind, so much so that it took all of the willpower she held to not approach him once more and fall into his embrace. You don't talk much, do you?