Lake Rodney i will fly

the man, for he was a man, said nothing in regards to the look teya had given him. and in his silence she grew stronger. widewater eyes flickered with a more direct interest over the layered colors of his winterpelt, and the girl was quietly shocked by her own conclusion that he was beautiful.
not in the way sundance was, or had been — she drew in her breath and stepped back with a tight wince onto her new-healed ankle. there was a tracery of toothmarks around his muzzle; she wondered at them with a worried flick of her ears. 
and yet he had not spoken, the mirage in the snow, and so she did not, feeling strangely relieved to be bereft of speech's burden. her body relaxed into more inviting lines, and with a tentative wave of her plume, teya moved shyly to inspect the fine hairs of his ruff if he so chose to allow it.