Cedar Sweep and there's holes on the walls

Her moment of stupor was ripped away when he woofed his own name in response and drew closer to her.  Ivy's delicate features relaxed, though her pale green eyes narrowed at the large man.  She wasn't yet sure if her glare was meant to be taken at face value or to be interperated as playful.  Remembering their encounter at the lake all those months ago, she had a feeling it'd be first one, then the other.  And back again.  In no particular order.  Ugh.

Deciding that relaxing her posture was a good idea for now, Ivy tilted her head and regarded him curiously.  My brother's out this way, she answered simply.  The thin grayscale female looked down to his shoulder, noticing the interruptions in fur growth.  Her eyes whipped back up to his and she lifted one brow.  Nice scars.  She'd meant it, truly, but in typical Ivy fashion it came out sounding more bitchy than anything.  Far be it from her to admit it, but they did add a certain sense of allure.