Naaghai Lowlands a pretty girl with bouffont hair

Journey squinted toward padre's pack, as if expecting to see some sort of sign of them in the distance — but none were apparent, and the scent was not clear from this distance. Still, her tail whisked in eager excitement as she anticipated the journey. (heh)

Bushtit soon stole back her attention. She'd decided that she liked the boy, and some of the meanness now drained away from her play.

"No, none," she said in no small amount of wonder, a wry smile on her face. "My aunt liked to say it was my dirty blood that made it impossible for me to have sons — but my girls are all perfectly formed. Big and healthy. And my mate — well, it wasn't his blood that made them so pretty. Not all by himself, at least."

She was endlessly proud of her daughters, wholly enchanted by their existence. Perhaps they would get more of a kick out of Bushtit than she.

"Maybe I'll introduce you," she suggested, "If you introduce me to your padre — is he single?"

Suddenly, she tipped back her head and gave a yipping little howl; Balarina was not quite fluent in these canine sounds, so they had distinctive signals that she could more easily discern. This one meant, Found something! Going somewhere! but it likely sounded terribly simplistic and stilted to lupine ears.