Raven's Watch a string of broken christmas lights

His retreat was quick and respectful enough, but Valmúa knew boys. She saw the sneaking glance and wide eyes and knew well the warm flame he felt, for it had long been the red northerner who stoked such feathers so they might become blazes. It was quick and slight, the curving grin that turned her lips. Curiosity can kill you, she said swiftly, lifting her head and eying him like a bird of prey on the hunt for small rodents.
Her posture relaxed, and she turned so that her tail flowed easily behind her. Mirroring his steps backward, she moved forward. Even though her brother had let her beyond the Watch, she knew that any wrong move could land her right back in the penalty box. However, he would never be able to police her wily play. What is name? She half-demanded, the words slipping over her tongue like fine chocolate, or perhaps a snake. Who was this delicious young buck who had come to her doorstep, like a moth to a flame?