Lone Star Mountain she dreamed of paradise

His golden eyes that seem to glow ethereally watch as her little pink tongue pokes out to lick her chops anxiously. The fur along her back is bristled and previously she had her fangs bared at him. He wasn’t afraid, for he meant no harm to the female, even if she doesn't know that.

He takes in her form in the moonlight, the wispy, white locks she adorns is rather fascinating. He’s never seen an animal like her. He tilts his head down to her. “Don’t apologize.” He says casually. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” 

Then his mind twists around the word she gives next, trying to burn how she said it into his mind so he doesn’t butcher the pronunciation when he says it back. “Wördronna?” He parrots. “Is that your name?” He asks hesitantly, unsure if she was just speaking in a different language. 

“You’re beautiful. I’ve never seen someone like you.” He says just above a whisper seemingly fascinated by her appearance in the blue-white light.