Otter Creek charcoal angel

If Bone were human, you would've seen her blush again when he complimented her. Her bicolor eyes stared deep into his, drowning in his kind silver orbs. "I am just as lucky to be in the presence of such a handsome man." She said dreamily with a cute smile. "I am Silver Bone Ravenfeather. But you can just call me Bone. Or Silver. Whichever you prefer. And you?" She said, the dreamy smile glued to her face, trying to conceal a few reasonless girly giggles. She was a young teenage girl, at least in dog years, (which I assume are similar to wolf years?) and she was prone to getting a crush very easily.