Firefly Glen Sayin' "who are you and where are you from?"

[table width=80%][tr][td]At first, he felt a bit frozen in place - despite the warmth their bodies then shared. It for a few moments like this; just him with his tawny intertwining with her raven coat, nose nestled in it even more like he had done with Malice. He did not seek to replace his mother; he simply didn't want to be alone on this journey anymore. While it had only been a few days since his escape, already did he feel terribly alone without his family or brother. Perhaps that was why he was so affectionate towards the beautiful Kaori; she was like a little angel sent from the stars above. He knew for sure that her star whenever she passed would be placed somewhere very special - sparkling like no one else's. Maybe she would even outshine Absinthe, his grandmother, but he dared not tell this all out loud.

When she leaned into him, her own head resting against his thick neck and silver-streaked fur, he relaxed. His legs stopped quivering, his breathing slowed and his eyes were finally at peace. He declared it the best hug ever and let out an affectionate, satisfied growl that was more a purr than anything. Her comment surprised him. Never ever? He asked, voice slightly muffled by her midnight locks of dew-scented perfection.

When she pulled way, he did as well, feeling more fuelled and heated than just moments before. Malice had taught him well about... contact with girls, but he thought he much preferred the hug over what she had told him. His ears slid down goofily and he chuckled sweetly. You are too - beautiful, I mean, warm - both! He tried to compliment her, stumbling over his sentence like a weak fawn. He sealed his lips then, afraid of saying any more stupid things.[/tr][/td][/table]