Iktome Plains no snow here

It could not rightly be said whether it was any noise from the female that drew his eye. Her scent, her sound, the lovely sight of her all caught his attention at once, and his tail began wagging almost before he'd registered her presence. And without thought, he started toward her in a steady lope, tail pluming and shoulders rolling as he displayed his rangy, virile body for her to admire.

"Rakeet!" he called to the svlette and striking woman, his voice like rolling thunder in the oppressive heat of the day. "Your loveliness knows no bounds!" he remaked as he drew nearer, admiring the fine form of her, and the strange tufted tips of her ears. She was like no manner of creature he had ever seen before, and he found himself desiring to lay prostrate in her presence.

First, however, he would have to convince her that he deserved to draw near enough to do so.

"Tumma kauneus!" he sang, "te yllättää minut! 
silmäsi kimmeltää kuin jää!
siro hirvi, älä pelkää minua
Näen sydämesi; ei lihaa!"

Hopefully, his makeshift song would be pleasing to the woman. And, hopefully, she did not speak his language. He was a bard, but a young and untried one - and it was so hard to focus on creating proper lyrics in the presence of pretty women!