Bitterroot Valley it's brave and unbreakable

He couldn't recall a time anyone had ever talked to him in such a way. If someone had stripped him of his fur, the pink in his cheeks would have been noticeable more than anything else. He didn't have anything teasing to serve back, only a very flustered huff of air.

N- A crack in his voice and he hadn't even said the word yet. No. He tried firmer, but how feeble his word had been wouldn't go missed surely. Do you plan on gawking down there all day? For a moment he'd feel successful, even if he had only copied what the male had said to him first.