Morningside Cuesta didn't ask too many questions, didn't have too much to say

The strange woman's words were the same as Dawn's had been.  It caused the heat to rise in his loin, but he wasn't about to approach such a pretty stranger with his head fogged.  He brushed the thought away as he drifted closer, tail swaying behind him amiably.  His head was low as he scented, though for now he could not tell much.

Are you?  He quirked his brow up in curiosity, and his dull gold eyes twinkled like the morning dew that surrounded the pair.  I could help.