Moonsong Glacier [m] Of the January sun; and not to think

Her smell was intoxicating, and he clung to his ma's teachings with the hope that she knew what she was doing.

But Fallen Sun was a quiet gentleman, or at least he thought himself something of it - and did not intrude farther. Not a pawstep more. This was new, but perhaps she did not like men near her when she smelt sweet. 

His nose twitched. 

Another head tilt. 

You certainly do not seem alright...

He wished to soothe her anger, but how?