Blacktail Deer Plateau heffalumps and woozles

Junior's fur prickled when Amber spoke the name of the young girl's crush. "Oh." She turned away, absently chewing at her lip. It was becoming something of a tic and her rash would never improve until she caught onto it and made a conscientious effort to manage her impulse.

"You don't like him, do you?" She couldn't help herself. Her eyes cut back to Amber's face, which was certainly much more appealing than her own.