Overture Downs what we lost in the fire, we'll find in the ashes

Pipit, for all her vivaciousness, was a terribly emotional creature. Her good time was stymied by a firm paw to the face, and she panted as the male insisted she had won. She thought she could convince him otherwise— wanted to try at any rate— but more than she wanted him to continue horsing around, she didn't want to seem desperate. That simply wouldn't do for a girl's image, so she relented to his resignation, but let him know of her disappointment by way of saying: "giving up so soon? Shame on you, handsome!" She got to her feet too, huffing as she watched him smooth the fur at his chest, and she nodded when he affirmed he had to get home.

I suppose you do, she thought ruefully, her mood turning coy when he asked for her name. "Oh, and ruin the mystery?" she purred slyly; "what's the fun in that?" Bouncing up, she gave him a rough, goodbye nip to his closest ear, before charging up the hill to collect her rabbit and be on her merry (secretly heartbroken) way. Pipit deeply wanted to follow him, but his mild-mannered rejection stung deeper than that still, so she was sure to let him know what he was missing, by swaying her hips and not looking back as she went.

Thanks again, Mix <3 You da best!