Meadowlark Prairie in flanders fields

She felt a delighted but bashful blush creep up her throat to warm her cheeks, not that anyone would ever know what with her dark fur. Raven's eyes dropped to her petite paws as a smile tickled at the corners of her mouth. It grew when he repeated the flattery, which made her already light heart seem to break free of her chest and drift somewhere up high in the sky. When she sipped a breath into her lungs, everything just felt so wonderful.

"I'm Raven," she said as she exhaled a long breath, the oxygen having lit up every nerve in her body with a pleasurable tingle. She definitely needed to take some of these poppies back to the caldera. "Raven Redhawk." She gestured, though its direction and intent were unclear, even to her. She huffed a laugh, then finally dragged her eyes back up to his pale face. "What's yours?" They were close enough that she was able to impulsively lift a forepaw and tentatively nudge his nose with an accompanying, "Boop."

Catching herself, her eyes flew wide and she dropped her foot and her gaze again, giggling under her breath at her own boldness.