Herbalists' Cache iii. whispering woods of wild and lurid dreams

He smiled, gentler and softer like a patch of heather. His tail stirred, letting the happiness he felt flow from him and hopefully transfer to Elve.
"You have a beautiful name. It matches you," He gently leaned, gently bumping his shoulder to hers. He wasn't much taller than her, just bulkier. All the fur that made up his thick ruff certainly added to that.

He cast a gaze about, wondering if there was anything of use in the clearing that he could take back. He was sure he'd find something soon, but until then he'd happily sit and converse with the elegant woman until they bid goodbye.

We can fade here if you like?