Hushed Willows Can I Get A Lucky Break?

Grace, despite usually being suspicious, fell for his act. The yearling saw a knight, true in his words and his way. The coywolf didn't seem to mind the dull chore herbs usually wrought, but enthusiastic to be with her. Could that be? A warm blush spread across her skin, visibly hidden beneath russet fur.
       "If you wish, then lets go."
She set off at an awkward-gaited trot towards the den, a smile spread across her face. Her tail wagged behind her, though she didn't notice until turning her golden gaze back to make sure he followed. Something nagged in the back of her mind, telling her that the man was not what he seemed, but she pushed it away in an excited haze. She could be making a friend, or perhaps something more. Why leave that? Esaro, she worried, would never be coming back. She needed to move on, not linger on someone who she'd likely never again see.