Blackfeather Woods oh, shyness is a waste of time

it didn't take very long before there was a dark little shadow that leapt from the brush and into the open. her eyes glimmered with the colors of violet and ink. buckshot barely reacted. his brows were lifted an inch from the ghostly silver of his eyes, and he swiveled a single ear toward the child. he looked about as intimidated as a gator basking in the summer sun. he was about as eager to move as one, too. there wasn't a pup alive that could have fastened him with a look big enough to frighten him off. 

the cajun squinted and offered the kid a half-frown. his dark lips curled downward on one side of his face. after a moment of thought, he glanced toward the forest home and drew his tongue along his muzzle in a swift movement. "ain't much to protect, cher," he jabbed verbally. then, his features twisted into a snigger and he latched his vision with her dark face. "you seen any swamp 'round here?" buckshot then inquired, hoping to be pointed in a more promising direction.