Swiftcurrent Creek The currents are fast but life is sweet

She was right, and they had been. He nodded as he recalled the memories: the meadow, the glade—they typically did meet on 'neutral ground', though he did wish to one day invite her to the creek. Or for her to invite him to the valley. His brows raised, then, when she asked if he knew whether or not she 'fancied him back'.

How would I know if she does? Fred murmured, quiet, almost a little bit insecure. I have never flirted or been on dates before. Was he too inexperienced? Would this not just make things harder? He shuffled, a quiet embarrassment warming his skin. Surely there were wolves younger than him getting more romance than he did.

A sigh: I need some pointers, if you wouldn't mind. Some tips.