Boartusk Heights Golden Light Shining From Above [m]

Amber, then. Day couldn't help but think that it didn't really fit her; Ebony or Raven, maybe - or Bluejay, for her eyes. But she was called Amber, and in truth, that mattered very little to Grayday. 

A startled laugh escaped him when she quickly side-stepped his advances, seemingly affected by his presence - thought, doubtlessly, not to the same degree that he was affected by hers. The playful nip at his shoulder brought a rakish grin to his face, and though her face was a blur of motion, he did not miss the warm in her eyes or her easy expression as she introduced herself, confirmed that she, too, was not here to lay idle. "Amber Ciel," he repeated, setting both names aside for future rumination - he'd never be able to muse on it, now.  "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Grayday - or Day. Day Silvertip."

The last name was a feigned one; such things didn't exist where he came from, but adding the extra moniker would help her to find him if the need ever arose. And he hoped she would have a reason to. Having cubs of his own was one of his deepest wants - more than he wanted Amber, though it was hard to imagine wanting anything more than her, at the moment.

Day wasn't sure how to go about winning her affections, but she seemed happy enough with his company already. Testing both her and himself, he darted forward to return her nip, though he kept his teeth shielded, unsure of himself. His muzzle would bump harmlessly against neck, if he was fast enough.