Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Laying there, listening to the calls of the birds and the scattering of their feathers from their wings, the large female felt her glassy eyes wander around the empty tree limbs to try to follow them. Her attention was changed when she heard Chaska start to walk over, she merely turned her head to cast a look at him, before turning her eyes back to the forest in front of her.

Hearing his words, asking about her state, she felt a tiny whimper escape her mouth, almost inaudibly. She flattened her ears a bit and shook her head softly at him. Taking in a silent breath, she felt a little surprised at his remark to cheer her up. She could've snarled at him, she could've chased him off. But she didn't. She nodded her head at him, urging him to follow up with his proposal. Although he wasn't a main choice for entertainment or affection, that didn't mean he was a bad choice. Just not the first.

"You do?" She asked, almost in a whisper, her voice soft and this time, full of emotion.