Qeya River Happy as a lark

kivaluk watches as she nudges it, head tilting in soft, unbidden curiousity that morphs into a warmth that spreads across his chest like the rising of the sun at her compliment. thank you. he murmurs, suddenly bashful. he peers away for a moment, unsure what to make of the sudden bashfulness he feels. at any rate, it means a lot, coming from her.

he is quiet for a moment longer as she offers to dry the fur. how do you do that? kivaluk inquires. he understands that it can be done but he's never actually thought about the process before. sure! he chirrups a moment later. i mean...if you have time. i know you're busy. he adds quickly.