Verdant Basin Love on the brain

The woman didn't seem too disgusted by his first few dumb remarks, which gave him hope that he could still make a friend out of her. He gave her a slight smile, his dull silvery eyes looked so much brighter in the faint light of the moon. Suddenly the woman close to him, inches from his face. His head shrunk back away from her face, eyes wide in surprise as she began to weave her way around him like a cat. Her name was Emory, and it seemed to fit her somehow. She rubbed her head into his pelt, and a shiver went down Paschar's spine. But not the kind you get when you're cold, the kind you get when your happy and warm.

The heat that she gave off made his stomach churn with nervous butterflies, for he wasn't used to being so close to a woman. He turned his head to glance at her, shifting closer to feel her warmth. No problem, I'm fluffy. He gave her a friendly grin, his big ears flicking atop his head. Shyly, the boy stammered over his next words. Would you maybe want to, spend the night with me here? So we can keep each other warm and stuff? He flopped down onto his stomach, now looking up at Emory.