Bearclaw Valley Saturday I said "I'm Sorry"

Something of language came- a low, rumbling sound that halted before a full syllable could be spoken. She craned her ears forward, keen to catch his name if he could give it- only to slick them back a moment later when he raised himself and roared. Her fur was feathered as if hit by a breeze, and she squinted her eyes against the warmth of his breath. She sat rooted, lightly shell-shocked for a moment, before her ears flicked forward and she regarded him, exhilarated. 

"Bad-ath," She breathed softly in admiration. She gave him a crooked grin and a nod. "Yuh cool. I hope you thtay around here," She admitted.