The Heartwood setting fires to keep you warm

The stranger lifted his dark muzzle to look in her direction, and his response to her greeting was just as merry. Tavra's copper eyes glimmered at his attempt to flatter her, which was enough for her interest in him to bloom. She swept her bright gaze over him briefly, immediately liking what she saw and felt the pull to further explore this new intrigue.

She watched him settle on the opposite bank of the misted shore, but did lower her own haunches. She remained rooted in her place, suddenly aware of her own appearance and fearful of not being as appealing to her newest acquaintance as he was to her.

"Tavra," she answered with a soft bat of her lashes, "what's yours?"