Moonspear Even Doves have pride

Kinusi could relate. After all she was as gracefull as a bull in a china shop, both in her physical body and with the way she spoke. It was tell it like it is there it be kind of conversation. 

he stared at her for a beat of a second. Wide eyed and confused. His mouth slack. She wondered if she should ask him if he was okay, because he looked touched in the head, addled maybe. Was he having a seizure, that would just about be her luck. She could take care of him if he did, that wasn't concerning. The fact taht she may have been the cause. 

Kini chuckled. That we will have to talk about. It does not make a good village if there are too many children and not enough wolves to take care of them or feed them. Has potential for some bad times. But there were always a litter or two here every year.

Now it was her turn for her face to burn, and her fur to itch. Talk about bringing out the big guns. Romantic's unite. She was breathless, voiceless, unsure what to say. How did you even, what did you even say to all that. Oh me too, felt so hollow. But she didn't know how to tell him she found his naivety and optimism endearing or that she liked that he cared about everyone, sometimes without worrying about himself. That he could match her singing, that was probably the most important frankly. 

She opened her mouth and closed it. Unsure what to say at first, but she'd figure it out. Give her a second. 

I see the world a little obscure. So I have to give you props for lovin' me anyway frankly. So all i know how to say this is. 

She gave him her usual wink and a toss of her head and belted out a few lyrics of an obscure little song she knew. my heart is made of instruments
that strum this song for you
they bend and twist each simple pitch
in hopes you'll feel it too
and i'm wonderin if you're wonderin
if i'm wonderin about you...

She ran her paw along the dirt. Holding the last note and letting it fall. Hope that suffices, cause i'm god awful at sweet and sentimental, but that's okay you got that down pat. Sir. I think you made my heart skip a beat or two there.

Wondering by Nicole Reynolds.