The Floodlands Hold Me, Love Me, Stay With Me [m?]

As she'd expected, he was not only swift but joyus to have found what he was looking for, and had barley lay his wintery gaze on her when he was coming forth. Even uninvited, Amber was easy to forgive the much younger male for his inexperience, and though she gave a warning flash of her fangs, her eyes were not cold. In fact, the opposite-she was pleased he'd reacted to well to her, and was even more happy with the way his eyes roamed her curves. Amber was a vain creature, it was true, but as far as she knew she would have to be more careful with the males she was around if she wanted to take a mate-breeding in her state was almost a guarentee of puppies, and she had to be able to trust a man she let around her offspring. 

Her lips barely had time to fall from their brief rising when his blurted question reached her ears-teach him? Her mask morphed into one of surprise for even less time than she'd given him warning before a grin took over, and she shrugged nonchalantly. 
            "Maybe I could. I think I'd like to know a name first, if you don't mind."