Bearclaw Valley for every life,

atta girl, and the praise rumbled from his chest and floated to her ears, a sweet whisper that grew a smile upon her face. a warmth flooded her face, and she would only look down, almost attempting to hide her bashful face - a change in pace, considering how open, how easily talkable she typically is. it was when affection came that she grew shy.

his next words, too, only warmed her further: big 'nough for two, and her brows raised, looking over at the southern man with a curious, tilted head. when she looked away, still grinning, she would flick his tail against him, as if to say 'oh, stop it, you', in a way that did nothing to discourage the behaviour. rather, her expression encouraged it, white fur almost pinkening on the empty space below her eyes. her ears would face him, now.

i am glad you are not dainty, she mused, almost flirtatious, in a way. she turned her head slightly, a sidelong glance pointed towards his face, then eyeing his figure rather shamelessly, before she looked away and gave a satisfied hum. nanuralaaq's paws slowly grew tired, and yet she continued nonetheless, soon standing so that she may better dig. if they sped up, now, it would be over quickly, and they could test if he fit.