King Elk Forest bittersweet

his lips hitched upwards into a satisfied smile as a breathy giggle escaped her maw; it was always hard to coax a smile out of someone as....well, someone who'd experienced as much scars and damage and trauma as her, so, archer was extremely proud of himself for doing so, and was quietly, inside his mind, congratulating himself on his so-called-success. the fact was, however, that archer wasn't only here because he felt that it was his mission to cheer her up and make her feel at ease; sure, that was one of the reasons why he stayed, but another was that he genuinely enjoyed her presence, despite her...supposedly strange appearances, and he hoped to get to know her better, if fate would allow him to do so.
it was a low chuckle that rumbled from his chest, and the corner of his eyes crinkled upward cutely as his lips tugged upwards into a lopsided smile. if wolves could've dimples.....well, let's just say he would've had it. 
"i'm honoured, you know," he said, laughing softly. "it's not everyday i get called hot, or good-looking," he sobered up a bit then, and his expression grew tight for just a tiny millisecond, so small that no one could've really noticed it. "but then, i suppose, i've never been hot. just...cute," archer grinned though, and lifted a shoulder in a light-hearted shrug, "but that works for me." and when he smiled, it was easy to see why there were still those who fell heads over heels for him.
"okay!" archer said brightly at her remark, and he began to move in a specific direction, paws light on the ground. "so, grace," he turned to look at her as he walked, eyes narrowed inquisitvely, "tell me a bit about yourself?"