Lion Head Mesa Running is a victory

Yeah, Genie died. No big deal. None at all. Because, of course, there had been innumerable she-wolves who'd flirted with her in her one year of living on this planet. Loads! Thousands! Millions! Yeah, no big deal, she was totally used to this by now. So used to it that the other wolf's words had brought a dark flush to her neck and the tips of her ears, and that oh-so-quick touch to her chin had allowed her cheeks to darken to a near black. Okay, maybe she was exaggerating a bit, but honestly!

"No, seriously, your eyes are amazing," Genie blurted out. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she said a second later, avoiding eye contact at all costs. It'll be clear by now that she was not used to this at all, and it was all a bit too much, to be honest. It also appeared that her mouth had no filter, as well as the fact that she didn't know when to stop embarassing herself. It was all quite embarassing - this was definitely not her comfort zone, oh, god, what had she gotten herself into? "No, not at all, I thought the song was nice, really," Genie reassured her quickly and smiled a dazzingly shy smile. "Because I was alone too," she added as an afterthought.

"I'm Genie, by the way," she introduced herself softly, still avoiding eye contact.