Whitebark Stream meddleborn

Caught!

He wasn't bashful. She looked radiant in her coolness, this figure more winterborn than himself even with his snowy fur.

Her attention brought a thrumming to his pulse.

I appreciate beauty. I seek nothing but to witness it. A sly smile melts across his face, thinking he is so clever. Her discomfort is noted and ignored.

Give her some time to adjust, he thinks - she's bound to find him charming like everyone else he's ever met.