Fairspell Meadow Spurs

Amalia warmed beneath his praise and leaned over to bump his shoulder. Thank you Reno!

Amalia enjoyed giving kindness to others. She liked to be nice. It made her happy. Despite his rough compliment, it was sweet and she truly enjoyed it. Amalia had met her own fair few of females that were not nice, and quite prickly. She briefly thought of the females that had turned against each other in her parents pack, from lack of food and space.

She wagged her tail. My parents were very different, but it worked out for them. And no matter my father's serious nature. My mother could calm him. And he always laughed with her.

Amalia listened with a furrow in his brow, just listening. Enjoying the timbre of his voice, and the cadence of his accent. It was comforting. That they do. I am much of the same opinion though I am decidedly not a male, so it goes for females too. She told him with a gentle smile and a wave of her brown tipped tail. Tell me Reno, what do you like to do for fun?