Whitefish River Spring Fever

She was so unsure of what to do. So worried of making the wrong move. One that may alter her life forever. She tried to breathe, to clear her head and think. It was hard, with him so close with his scent filling her nose. "That...that's very sweet of you." She replied honestly. Her ears splayed cutely, a heated warmth rising into her cheeks.

At last, she gave in and lifted from her spot on the ground. Gently, she nudged a pale white shoulder. She gestured with her muzzle, beckoning for him to follow her. "C'mon. I'll show you around..." Her voice was lighter, her words coming easier now. The riverside by which she grew up brought back so many fond memories. It was almost like going back in time.