Moonsong Glacier the sun is not a-bed

He stared at her for a moment, maw slightly agape, for two reasons. 

One, he actually said a word and she actually understood it. That wasn't something that he could say happened a lot. It made his heart flip and fall over and the slightest bit of a tail wag followed. 

Two, she was pretty, and that realization hit him like a full-force blow of a bear. 

Realizing that now was not the time to peer into her eyes as if they held his soul, he offered a play-bow and a series of barks that he intended to mean you pick! Anything you want, we can catch! 

Maybe he could catch something really special for her, and learn how to make up that cute little pelt that she wore. That'd be so cool!