Hushed Willows You Won't Leave the Table, She Won't Leave Your Mind

She noticed not how the boy melted with her touches and words, how she made him a mess - or perhaps she was choosing not to. Without him freaking out about it, she felt a lot more confident, but she was sure that the first sign of discomfort or awkwardness on the mouse would become her doom. She'd retreat back into her little cave of solitude, maybe even keep him at a distance in the fear of getting hurt. The fae was the kind of person who needed constant reassurance in romance, though she hadn't found that out yet. Dante wasn't the first boy to ever catch her eye, but he was the first boy who had shown any kind of interest in wanting to be with her in return.

She felt blood rush to her cheeks as he began to move, hoping she hadn't made him want to leave with her answer to his ramblings. When he came to lie down next to her however, she calmed and the panic faded away into nothingness. Though he wasn't near enough to touch, she could swear that he was lighting up her fur and searing her flesh with his closeness. She leaned into him, softly, slowly - as if she wasn't the smallest girl of her bloodline. It felt like moving a boulder, and once there, her muscles tensed despite looking relaxed.

Hmm, I'm glad. She responded in peaceful manner to his first comment, eyes closed and face turned to the sun. When he continued, her rosy colored eye opened and she gave him a little, smirking side-eye. She couldn't keep it up and chuckled soon after, shaking her head. Lucky for you, I haven't heard many before. You are forgiven. She said. It was soon after that that she heard the familiar flapping of wings.

Her eyes searched the sky, and she spotted her little companion soon after. He carried with him a dead and bloodied mouse, and landed on the banks near the couple of wolves. He eyed Dante, face scrunched up in an angry stare. He hopped over to the pair and found his way between the fae's front paws. There, he stretched his wings and even his tail feathers in an attempt to separate the two. Oh Loinnir, what a menace you are. Lumi said to the bird, nudging him away gently with her snout, but the bird was dead-set on getting Dante away from her - probably so he could feed her the mouse he'd caught all by himself.