Lost Creek Hollow My Winter Flower

Misty's eyes widened as she blushed with embarrassment, realizing she hadn't told the coywolf her name yet. "I'm Misty." she said shyly. The wolf was cute, she had to admit, but she didn't know if he had the same feelings for her. She got to her paws. "Of course, right this way. I'm on the far edge of camp since I'm more used to being a loner than a pack wolf." She led Siku through the territory towards her den, unable to control her blushing as he gave her more compliments. "Well, I would love to tell you stories of my adventures, but I would love to learn more about you, Siku. What's it like being a coywolf?" she asked sweetly.