Swiftcurrent Creek the pointy end

"Oh sure, sure! Comedy's my kinda story," he encouraged her, tail wagging and mind racing for what she might possibly begin saying— though it was impossible to guess. He glanced over his shoulder, scanned in front them and then glanced over her shoulder, but eventually his gaze fell on her, where it stuck in anticipation. Her expressive eyes gleamed in thought, glowing brighter as he imagined he could see the words of a tale spinning together between her ears; her very soft... enticing.. ears... that he just.. wanted to.. maybe... nibb—

Olive eyes, which had unwittingly drifted to her ears, snapped back to her face and he smiled, figuring he had looked pretty dumblost for a second.