Moonspear by night was a pale green

Sialuk knew how to ease his mind. A friendly sort, decidedly; cordial and welcoming, and with a shockingly low threshold for who was to join her village. He supposed it should be considered advantageous, to be able to explore what he wanted here.
What she described sounded not unlike a scouting position. This earned a twitch from feathered ears. Maybe I'd like that, his lop-sided smile curls as he weaves between lush mountain spruces, cicadas trilling overhead. I'd definitely love a tour. He follows wherever she would lead with a pleasant sway and a gentle wag to the plume of his tail.
And then, the age-old question: are you single, and are you trying not to be? Um, his face flushes a telling rose color, eyes blown wide. I mean, maybe, if I meet the right person. person. Such vagueness in that, an implication of willingness to explore that he'd never even thought to voice before. Though he'd certainly never complain about a woman finding his company enjoyable, either. ...Do you have a husband? Just, y'know, out of sheer curiosity.