Porcupine Ridge i hate to brag...

Jhala blushed, her whole body burning with heat. "You think I'm pretty?" she asked softly, looking at her feet and feeling so flattered it was possible she could melt. Right there. Just mix together with the snow in a Jhala colored puddle. No one had ever called her pretty- at least to her face. Maybe she'd never really cared. Anwyl was different- she wanted to know what he thought of her... and apparently he thought highly of her! The girls tail wagged happily and she squirmed a little at the mention of her nose. 

Unable to hold herself back, she lurched forward and nuzzled her nose to his neck happily, still feeling the heat of a thousand suns pumping throughout her veins. "I.. I think you're really cute too," she informed him, then moving her head back almost as quickly as she moved it there; giddy, embarrassed, and childish mannerisms filling her as she thought of how much she really liked him.. and how quickly too.