Cerulean Cape At The Edge

She told him to wait and at first, he didn't. When she cut off his retreat, Diaval pulled up short, surprise replacing shame. He wasn't about to push past her, not angry or upset enough for such a dramatics. He listened and when she drew closer, he didn't back up. Her gorgeous green eyes averted but he looked at them, anyway. She was so pretty. She was the prettiest wolf he'd ever seen...not that he'd seen many, but he thought he might always have that opinion of her.

She made him nervous.

He did take a step back to get a bit of space and his head dropped in natural submission. He still felt guilty but she had startled him out of his self-loathing. He was, for the moment, no longer trying to leave. "I did." he admitted, though he had forgotten about his own head and muzzle until she mentioned them and they began to sting and throb anew. "But...no. It's not your fault. I...we were both too hasty. That could've gone...uh...better." he blamed himself but he got the feeling that she wouldn't accept that.

He looked her over, giving a soft smile and slow tail wag after a moment. "We - you should do something for your ears."