Emberwood don't you worry you little flame

The coywolf was happy to be kissed, but just a little uncomfortable with what felt like praise before he'd actually gone and done the thing. Now he had to find her, and — like, okay, there hadn't been another option, anyway. But it was a lot of pressure when he was nervous enough already.

And — dancing king? — that had to be a euphemism, right? He slid a startled glance toward the kids, hoping they didn't pick up on it. Hoping the spin of his tail wasn't incongruous. His gaze slid back to Reverie, half-lidded; coquettish.

"Okay," he said, smitten. He stole one last kiss before he spun away and departed, nose already to the ground.