Porcupine Ridge i hate to brag...

No worries! No rush (: and omg fixed that mess

Anwyl seemed delighted with her, and the newly ranked Beta was deemed even happier. She blushed furiously beneath her dark fur, thankful that he probably couldn't tell. "Princess," she corrected playfully, "Although I'd rather be like.. the.. knight, or.. something," she then said stupidly, her tail wagging. The yearling was pretty, but elegance was not her forte. Perhaps the the boy who was so smitten with her, she was ever inch graceful as she was hotheaded, but she didn't believe that for a second. A warrior suited her better than a royalty- unless of course said crown deemed her princess of all things military.

Her nose scrunched up as he made light banter, which she interpreted mostly as friendly teasing. "Oh shut up!" she yipped, shaking her head and pawing playfully at his chest. As she returned his mischief, Jhala caught his gaze with her own. Insides melting ever so slightly, she moved toward him and lifted her nose to his outstretched tongue- like a forced kiss kind of. It wasn't smooth, and a little awkward, but she hoped it'd  answer whatever questions or concerns he held regarding the other day.