Whitebark Stream mulberry

At first, he thought she was honestly going to let him explain- and he prepared a small, bashful smile so that he could admit what he’d thought- but the smile was frozen when she continued, and cut in before he could utter more than Uh- but- nn- between her descriptions. 

Clearly, she didn’t want anyone to project assumptions onto her- and she wasn’t too polite to stand up for herself and ward off unwanted opinions and impressions. 

Had he truly thought she’d end up being submissive, he might have felt more humiliated. She seemed to take her reputation pretty seriously; he respected her for that. 

Mkay, well, He said, with a smug roll of his shoulder. I guess I do know now, He said, humbled. But just remember while you’re over here being your badass self with whatever weight on your shoulders, blood on your paws, that -I’m- the funny one, okay? 

He’d tipped his muzzle down so he could peer at her, as a lecturer might peep over their spectacles. Also, perhaps, to guard his throat. What was that about blood on her paws?

He chuckled. No wonder he chose you, He added, mirroring her words from earlier.