Hoshor Plains A hunting we will go

Her eyes perked forward at the strange language as he spoke. Curiousity sparked in her eyes. Whatever it was, the language made it sound beautiful. She was about to ask what it meant when surprise struck her as he started to belly crawl to her. She tried not to look at the muscle rippling in his legs, but it was incredibly difficult. Her breath quickened as he flopped on to his side. No one had shown her their vunerable underbelly. Ever. What did it mean? 

Her heart all but stopped as she felt his large head rest gently on her paws. What did she do now? He began to speak, and his voice...She took in a breath and tried to focus. Almost succeeding, his eyes met hers. Her tail betrayed her yet again, hitting the ground fast. They were so blue. Like the bluest of skies on a summer day. Trying to find her voice, she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. Swallowing hard, she shook her head, her chocolate brown eyes not leaving his. After what seemed like forever, she spoke, her voice softer than usual. "No, I haven't. I hadn't... haven't found anyone that would be worth my time." 

She cringed inwardly, hoping he hadn't caught her mistake. "If I'm honest, no one has offered. I'm what wolves from back home called a 'dirty blood'." She resisted the urge to nuzzle him. Taking a deep breath, her playfulness came back on her face as her voice got more steady. "Besides, I don't think you could keep up with me." She laughed as she looked down and winked, amusement in her eyes. She wondered why she was acting like this. This had never been a problem before. Tilting her head, she wondered what he was thinking.