Whitewater Gorge You've Gone And Left Me To Die

Pawsteps, echoing softly to his ears, brought Zephyr's head turning to the gorge. His thoughts were bitter, but the Maverick was too much of a gentleman to not chuff out a gentle greeting to the beautifully dark woman that caught his eye. He didn't move other than the lift of his head, looking more than a little gruff. The sickness had taken some of his weight, but not much had changed-it was his lack of caring that made grooming half-assed, and so his usually spotless, smoothed pelt was now unruly.... But still clean. He wasn't completely letting himself go!

His apple colored eyes did their best to take her in, but there was some distance between them, and the man had to squint a little to even tell that her eyes were blue-a deep, alluring color that reminded him of the ocean. Even with his heart broken from the loss of someone he came to find as a daughter, and all those before her, he'd only stayed in the Teekons to try again. So maybe it was earlier than expected, but Zephyr never had done very well alone. His head tipped, and the man spoke without thinking about it-the result was a really corny but semi-sweet blurted compliment.
                   "Anyone ever tell you your eyes look like ocean waves?"
Almost at once, a nervous chuckle broke from his lips, and his pelt heated in an invisible blush. 
                                 "That was lame as hell-I apologize."