Iktome Plains sugar, spice, and everything nice

another wolf approaches not long after the first, much calmer. a dark male with striking eyes — cute, he thinks. his nerves are still fried, and it takes him a moment to register the other's words. it's been awhile since anyone has asked him if he's okay. i-i — is all he manages to get out before he's interrupted by the girl. well that's easy enough to answer. i'm blossom. he mumbles, feeling that familiar prickle of shame settling over his skin. who're you? his next words are a bit louder, addressing both of them, but his gaze mainly lingers on the male.