Honeyed Pasture [M] bargaining chip

Hokulani was nothing if not pleased when he accepted her invitation, happy to meet halfway. His scent was exciting, herbal, clean.

Early or not, don't you think I would be wrong to waste this? She responded, swinging around to inspect him like the most fierce of predators sizing up prey. Everything was intact, as far as she could see. It only comes once a year. If mother nature wills it, then I should follow her plan. 

Pleased with her findings she laid into a roll in the grass, settling down belly up. She was young, eager, and it showed. You can call me Hokulani. I come from the Burning Sea. She rolled back to lay on her stomach after speaking, tail swishing back and forth as she waited for him to return with his own name, and more than that, to make his decision.