Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

They stood face-to-face now, and Barrett made no attempt at hiding the way his gaze wandered over her features; from hazel eyes to sly grin, round cheeks and plumed fur. And she tilted her chin upwards for just a moment before dropping into a bow. Barrett chuckled, stretching his shoulders.
Right, right, he mused, tone low and gruff. South rolling through. Ya need me ta close my eyes, too? Humour quite evident in the way in which he spoke. Spin 'round five times, huh? He found himself sat upon the grass, filtered sunlight warming his pelt. Paws twitched, muscles tensed, as if bound to spring upon the slightest whistle. Ready to chase, should she commence.
I'll count when yer ready, princess, he practically purred.