Whitefish River reignwolf

Ira was right, of course; if they wanted to say they were dating, who was going to stop them? I bet Cap'n Fox wouldn't like that much... she thought, biting her lower lip. Yet she didn't brood on it for long. Ira's compliments, paired with his teeth tickling through the pale fur on her chest, was quite distracting. She twitched but made herself hold still, enjoying the contact.

"No offense taken," she assured him. "What about it is elegant?" she wondered in the next breath, having never considered her body much at all. She crooked her neck upward to look down at herself again but all she saw was a sloping rib cage, a fuzzy belly, her (somewhat over-sized) paws and a bottle brush tail.

Ira actually seemed interested in pursuing her, which made Bones feel strangely giddy. She hadn't really tapped into any romantic feelings yet in her young life and she couldn't be sure how she felt about the young prince. She liked everyone but she found him especially intriguing, partially because he was so... challenging. His attitude kept her on her toes. They were also so different. And all the attention, once negative but now positive, certainly didn't hurt.

"I like fishes and snakes and turtles. I guess I'm okay with flowers too," Bones told him, grinning up at him girlishly. "That feels good," she added, then invited him to, "Do that to my back," as she rolled over to make it accessible, her head now thrust around his in a sort of embrace. She snuggled closer, putting her shoulders and lower back within range of his teeth.