Hushed Willows Can I Get A Lucky Break?

"Trick, huh? You like him?" Teagan inquired, cocking his head in a birdlike manner as he appraised Grace with curious green eyes, lips quirked into a crooked half smile as he recalled the memory of the night he and Trick had. Unconsciously, without realising it, Teag's eyes crinkled cutely and he licked his lips. He should probably meet up with Trick soon; he sort of missed his boy friend, plus he needed to know what Trick thought of him. While he might be a one night stand sort of guy, he wasn't like that all the time; this was one of the times where he genuinely wanted to be friends too.

The coywolf approached with a slight swagger and began helping Grace clear the rocks with a certain sort of grace and ease. He concentrated on the task at hand so hard that his wolfish brows were knitted as he frowned in concentration and bit his lip. Rarely did he make this expression, but when he did, well, it was apparently very memorable because it was genuinely genuine. At least that was what his old girlfriend had said.