Bramblepoint [M] Everyone swimming in a champagne sea

As far as compliments go, you smell nice is a pretty off-the-wall one, even for a wolf's ears. Ibis blushed; she felt the warmth of summer on her cheeks despite the bite of spring, and let out a little tittering laugh as she shrugged off both the sensation of bashfulness that she was experiencing and the half-charm of his comment.

She bat her lashes unintentionally, trying to keep an eye on him. The dizziness abated somewhat by the time she noticed he'd come closer, and at that point she didn't really mind how close he was at all. He really did remind her of Teya. Maybe they were cousins or something — but in thinking of the sweet girl and the moonlight shenanigans that had conspired between them, Ibis found herself warm all over again. This time it wasn't just her blushing face but something deeper and more primal.

Her tail wagged and that perfume Draper liked so much spread between them, and Ibis felt compelled to lean close to him. She softly nosed at his fur, telling herself she was merely searching him for familiar things; new grass smell, wintergreen, anything that might link him to the girl. Instead she found foreign scents that were just as tantalizing. And an electric kind of warmth where she broached his physical space.

When the dizziness came again she wasn't floored by it, but she did pull back from touching him, remembering that he was not part of the fen. I—sorry, that... rude of me... Ibis murmurs as she looks at him again, so close. He was a stranger more than anything. Still, that had an allure all its own.