Bramblepoint starseed

Shaking his back paw free of the bush, Primrose approached the girl with a bright smile and a thundering heart—the apples of his cheeks warming rapidly as he was showered with instant attention. "Hi~" he repeated once more in a sing-song tone, albeit awkwardly upon her own greeting.

He gazed at her as she did him, his honey brown eyes taking in her coat color. It was tan—like willows or perhaps honeysuckle. Wagging his tail even faster, the small boy giggled at her compliments, reveling in the feeling. His mother had always complimented him, but never was he referred to as living in a kingdom. "You too! You're so pretty, like—like, flowers! Honeysuckle, and the moss that hangs from willow trees!"

"Yes, I live here with my pack! What is your name?" he questioned, his paws doing a little dance of excitement as he slowly turned in circles and pranced around her.