The Heartwood my heart is like a stallion.

The golden female settled down onto her haunches and began to talk to him. There was sarcasm and wit in her voice, but not even a trace of a threat. Summer relaxed as he was bid, smirking slightly at her words. He didn't take a seat like the female, but he felt more settled, particularly after she mentioned the pair of them being on the same side.

"I was just lucky that coyote was worse at fighting than I am," Summer rumbled humbly, "It's even luckier that you came when you did. Thank you for your help." The yearling set his eyes upon his heroine. He was curious about her now, but had never been one to pry into another's life, not without an invite. "Please, share this with me?" he said after a beat, even going as far as to smile for a few brief seconds.