King Elk Forest Strike the match, play it loud

She, too, studied his paw when he lifted it into the air, her smile morphing into an amused grin as he joked about his feet's affinity for mud. She thought it sounded more like an inconvenience than anything, since it meant she would constantly be cleaning mud from her fur. No amount of time fending for herself had managed to diminish her ever present need to keep her fur tidy. Although, she had to admit, it did look awfully endearing on him.

And in all the excitement, it seemed she had been incredibly rude and started a conversation without first introducing herself. Her cheeks warmed and her ears lowered slightly. I'm sorry, Rye, she offered first. You can call me Effie. She gracefully dipped her head towards him before turning back to the flowers that had originally drawn her here. She took the remaining few steps towards the base of the fir, stopping once in front of the plant to inspect it. The flowers were like soft, white stars hanging above bright green, circular leaves. She lowered her nose to the delicate petals and inhaled the light floral scent, gaze flicking back to Rye as a friendly smile slowly embowed her mouth. What has you exploring the forest today? She asked curiously.