Porcupine Ridge Curiosity killed the cat

Anwyl was a little taken aback by the female's sharp tongue. He wasn't expecting it at all. Especially since the female was newer than him. But she was older, and by her stance possibly a higher rank than him. He bowed his head a little to her, showing that he was no threat and no challenge to her dominance. Oh cool. This is the first one I've ever seen. He justified himself quietly not wanting to sound rude, but also not wanting to seem like a total pushover.

The vibrant colored woman came over to sniff him and check him out. He let her do so, in turn giving her a quick sniff to get to know her scent. He blushed in embarrassment at her compliment. She was very pretty he couldn't deny it. She called me cute. The silvery white boy thought dumbly, looking at her for almost a bit too long. Thank you. You look umm... Very nice. He replied awkwardly, shifting his large white paws side to side. He wasn't used to flirting, and wasn't quite sure how to act around girls.

My names Anwyl. Anwyl Mac Tire O'Hara. It's Celtic. He gave her a peachy smile, though on the inside he was growling at himself for coming up with such a stupid introduction. As if she really cared.