Kintla Flatlands by the shadow of the night

Wait a second, are you hitting on me? Mees thought when Osprey Jr. called him pretty. In response, he replied; "Thank you." And there was something to say about her in return; not only was she adventurous enough to travel beyond the boundaries of her own pack, she was also straightforward, which he appreciated. Thus he complimented; "And I like your spunkyness." His leathery lips turned into a casual smile.

However, when Blue Willow spoke about buddies, rules and something along the lines of being responsible it made him cringe inwardly, even though she was doing the right thing. Then, it became even worse when she asked about whether or not he was here to smell the Jasmine. Inwardly, his cringe-face would turn into that of a sour lemon. Responsible-parent-talk and flower-talk. Suddenly he felt trapped, in fact, he even mused to himself; Great, if I get stuck here even longer I might even grow girly parts.

"My name is Mees." He said while his mind tried to find a valid excuse to get out of here. But the question about flowers distracted him. "No, I am not here to smell Jasmine. Or roses. Or dandelions. Or..." He didn't know what to say anymore..