Sun Mote Copse You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room.

His dark lips quivered as she moved, at first showing something akin to submission when she pulled her paws to her chest. He was prepared to accept that as an apology, until she started to roll over onto her side. Each movement she made was met with a twitch of his lips and a hitch in his breath as he revealed the tips of his upper canines in a cautious warning- not too fast. Oddly, he didn't sense much (if any) fear, and no smirk of aggression creased the bridge of her muzzle. It was almost as though she was comfortable with her own visible curiosity and it made him wonder if he looked as strange to her as she did to him. Not that he found her strangeness to be offputting, though; she was, after all, undeniably canine and something about her was certainly handsome. 

For a few moments, he was too caught up in his own inquisitiveness to register the blatancy of her stare. His tongue flicked across his muzzle and he leaned forward slightly, his legs straining as he stretched, so he could better analyze her scent but simply found himself puzzled. She was, as a species, a complete novelty to him- and he could conclude nothing from his observations aside from the fact that she was female and canine. He knew felines were a category that included bobcats and cougars, and that the canine family included wolves and coyotes...Things like weasels and raccoons were vaguely somewhere in between. But this unique and startlingly beautiful rarity didn't meet the description of anything he'd ever heard of before. 

He'd begun to frown in concentration, perplexed by the realization that his knowledge of other species was incomplete. It was one thing to strike out across the ocean toward an island that had already been found- but another thing altogether to stumble across a paradise not yet marked on the map. She did not fit the description of any of the animals he'd heard of but had not yet seen, such as the elusive and dangerous wolverine, so he was left wallowing in confusion. He chuffed softly- more for a reaction than anything- and flicked his ears forward. His posture remained tense, as though spellbound by her uniqueness.