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I thought you looked fine there-

She turned to him suddenly, her gaze sharp. Moss rarely moved quickly, but she snapped her head toward him with such speed that a joint in her neck popped softly. Labradorite eyes stared down the broad bridge of her muzzle, and into the wide-eyed expression of the man who implied (lightly) that she might suit a cave that was more befitting of a bear. Her hackles prickled lightly. He'd struck a nerve, and she stared into his eyes as though searching for a sign that he knew something no one else had ever known...and saw nothing malicious there; just the colour of wheat fields and summer sky. A nervous smile, hopeful. He had no idea...

She lifted her head, as a snake might recoil after a satisfying strike. 

"Not for me," She was calm again, but there was an assertive tone to her voice that hinted she wouldn't be quite so composed if he tried to convince her again.