Rising Sun Valley Acorn

He eyed the curled lip and the lift of her chin with caution, but most of his anxiety had begun to ebb now as he felt that he needn't fear her proud display. After all, the boy king was more than happy to let her be in control of their interaction.

Sighing through his nose, Kristjan dusted away his remaining stress with a more friendly wave of his tail - which felt more natural to him, if he was being honest. Defending himself was scary!

And yet, he couldn't shake the excitement of it all. Adrenaline continued to course through him as they stiffly circled one another, sniffing and snuffling and shaking proverbial hands. My name is Kristjan, he offered when they faced one another again, wondering if the girl spoke at all. If not, it hardly mattered. He could feel a desire to be rowdy and roughhouse, which required no speaking, as evidenced by a tense sort of friskiness to his stance.