Bitterroot Valley A Strange Kindness

He loves the way in which she talks back, meets his banter with her own, her smiles genuine and her words undoubtedly sarcastic by their own right. And she stumbled, now, to which he let out a chuckle, and further his eyes wrinkled at the glare in which she casted him.
She commented on his closeness, the brush of furs that he made no effort to stop, but, rather, encouraged, if he was being truthful with himself (which he rarely was). He only shook his head at her words, a warmth that he refused to name beginning to flush his cheeks. He moved a step forwards, pulling away from her with a flick of his tail, as if to say: is this what you want, then?
And as he did, he casted a sly grin back towards her over his shoulder.