Bitterroot Valley Enter, Pursued by a Memory

Tragic backstories, hey? He rumbled, giving a tilt of his head with a half-amused expression. Well, fancy me intrigued. Anotha time, then, and southern accent rolled on through. She didn't need to reveal all of herself to him. Not yet. Maybe not ever, if that was her choice. He'd be happy for her company all the same. And her comment—he chuckled at this.
Gave her a light whack with his tail. You speak kindly 'bout yer elders now, girl, came gentle teasing. I got me a mighty large brain in this 'ead. Can't know if I can say the same 'bout yerself, though, looked her up and down rather pointedly, brows raised and all. Studious in gaze.
He watched, now, as she moved to lead. Watched her sway, the way in which she walked. Watched very politely, in fact. She glanced back his way, and something boyish, and young, and innocent flickered inside him, and his face warmed at this. Keep up? He laughed back. He sprung to his feet and moved to chase. But it was not a challenge, this time. Rather, a promise.
Well, I'd reckon I'd follow ya to the ends of the earth, princess, if you knew where you was goin', a tease, but, a swear, as well.

They're my babiessss!! I'd love a new one, if you'd be happy setting it up <3