Silver Creek [m] Ain't nowhere left for the good to go

His growl delighted her; she allowed herself to be caught, briefly, just to revel in his want. He liked to look at her! She had never worried about her looks before, but she craved these compliments, now. She needed to know that he wanted her around. That he would stay.

But, childishly, giggling, she wiggles away from him and slapped the ground with her paws.

"You cannot see me well enough like that!" she claimed, striking a prancing pose. "I should dance for you. Would this please your eyes?"

She was not interested in the fish. This did not mean her eyes were absent of hunger.