Heron Lake Plateau I guess I keep a-gamblin'

The girl straightened abrubtly and cast her gaze in his direction, though it was not warm as he had both expected and hoped. Instead, it held a glimmer of untrusting coldness, her features crumbling into a scowl. Seeing her tail raise, the young Blackthorn lowered himself to the ground and rolled onto his back, a series of whines releasing from his maw as he awaited her reaction - he wanted her to like him, of course! That, and he'd rather not have a tumble with her like Tywyll, who'd bared his teeth when Cinder got cocky and thought he could have a chance at being boss. He wasn't a natural leader, that much was clear.

"I'm Cinder! Who're you?"