Hushed Willows His plans always worked

When he lowered himself to the ground, Spur didn't know what to think. On one hand, he seemed so determined to win her favor when all she wished was to be left alone. On the other, it did put her slightly more at ease to have him below her. Despite herself, Larkspur blinked down at him, momentarily meeting his gaze before she quickly returned hers to some nonspecific point between their paws.

She chewed on the inside of his cheek as he attempted to reassure her. Maybe what he said was true. Spur wasn't sure what she thought of it, though. She had always been skittish and nobody had ever made her feel poorly about it. Should she want to change? She supposed it would make life easier, for herself and others. But the girl didn't have the first clue how to overcome such a fundamental part of her essential makeup.

A response of some sort seemed required, so the pup murmured a noncommittal, "Maybe."