Shadewood i. silver thracian thaw (m)

His name, like hers, wasn't a common one, but she liked it- and felt that it somehow suited him. She particularly felt drawn to his surname for some reason or another, and when he pulled away from her, she nipped once more, in a playful attempt to draw him back to her, while still letting him go. To his serious expression, he was given a coy smile, and a slow blink, as though to let him knew she was already reminiscing about their encounter, as she felt she would over the next few days. Silently, though, she watched him go, knowing it would be best not to be clingy. Eventually, satisfied, she would do her best to un-ruffle her fur, tidy herself up, and head back to her pack.