Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

Niita listened, ears raising back up in confusion and curiosity. He wants to kiss me, what does that mean? Niita knew the word intimate, though she associated that with a much more erm, physical thing. Her mother had used that word when explaining to her about heat cycles and what came with them. It hadn't stopped Niita from running from the den while yelling how she didn't want to know about the details. Maybe she should've listened. 

There was something important in his words, she could sense it somewhere in her ignorant mind. But first Niita had some things to sort out. "Umm Steady? What's a kiss?" The Anreis looked at him expectantly, wondering what it meant.