Ankyra Sound one gonna hold my memories, another gonna close the door

Her mouth took the shape of a tiny round pebble, eyebrows raised as Arrille cut to the chase faster than she had realized. Her ears flattened, making her poofiness even more apparent since it pressed the fur that stook out down a bit. She swallowed softly as the feeling of blood rushing to her cheeks made her remember even more.

I... She choked and chickened, something which was something to be ashamed of, she found. She was a proud Fearghal, after all, and admitting a crush did not fell under life-threatening situations. Still, it felt like it. And yet she kept looking into those electric eyes, not wanting to miss a second of him just being.