Blacktail Deer Plateau Don't let the sun outshine you

Yes, this was the way Goldhawk — a male in his prime — did spring. No bumbling around with hardy middle-bits or headbutting other males in the nose. Just a sudden blaze of what felt an awful lot like love, not that he knew what that felt like. It wasn't just that she was beautiful — though oh she gosh darn was — it was her heart and mind, her mercy and sweetness. What a woman.

But looking at her was almost painful, she was so dazzling it was like gazing at the sun. He was careful not to stare, and he was half-trying not to be too over the top lest he embarrass the poor girl. But it was a bit late for that. Diane... "Never in my life have I heard such a delectably glorious name, you are truly a well-titled goddess" — Never in my life have I — he finally checked his words — spoken like such a buffoon, he admitted at last with a whole new smile.

Diane... I go by the name of Sergeant Horatio Finnian Sanders, but you, sweet maiden, may call me Goldhawk. Or whatever you jolly well please, he added warmly.