Dawnlark Plains don't call [m]e grimgram

"It's not," she agreed, taking his friendly return as permission to invade his personal space. The huntress quickly closed the distance between them, intent on settling them into friendly terms, even as she denied him the name she thought he might've been fishing for. Instead, she sniffed more insistently at the ruff of fur at his nape, and then fell back enough to do the same to his rump as well as get an eyeful of his undercarriage.

She drew level with him once more after reluctantly deeming all his parts 'acceptable'. Although at this point, I reckon I'd settle for just plain 'working', she thought to herself, a rueful grin flickering across her face, and then widening into a smile as he mentioned his many names. "Very mysterious," she commented, torn between friskiness and curiosity. One or the other, she told herself, feeling that she just didn't have the patience for both, today. "Tell me one more," she requested, picking her legs up into a prance, and her pace just enough to draw ahead of him, where she could bat his nose with her tail. Let him choose.