Overture Downs musicals in winter

saarthal proceeded to blush an even darker shade of red and tried as she might to chase away to impending crimson, it remained, a stark contrast against the pale shade of her cheek. the girl didn't seem to care, or maybe she was just trying to be nice. either way, saarth willed it away as quickly as she could and swallowed thickly. "you're cute," she decided to blurt out instead because it obviously sounded a lot more intelligent than...well, whatever it was she had in mind. "i'm saarthal," the yearling introduced herself, mentally patting herself on the back for not stumbling over the words. distantly she registered the scent clinging onto the stranger's fur. not that pack, again??