Duck Lake the long fall

That is better, her eyes sparkle with acceptance.

Following his gaze to the twin peaks, she feels a tug in her chest, a yearning, perhaps, though it is gone the instant his words hang like droplets in the air. "No," comes her firm, almost incredulous reply. She does not want to go home with this man! They have only just met. 

In fact, Fúyáo cannot see herself with any man, not yet. Not until bàba has learnt a lesson. "But one day, maybe," she adds, a little softer. "We can hunt more. And talk more over a big meal, yes?"

Her tail waves low, head tilting though her attention remains on the distant horizon. "You go home to Grey Fangs now?"