Moonspear The recent expansion of the forbidden dog park

He didn't want to laugh. It was kind of a lame joke, but how long had it been since Dragomir got to indulge in and enjoy a joke? He cracked a grin and before he realized it, he was laughing aloud. Good point, he agreed. That was precisely the reason he remained where he was, lying on the ice and hoping he wouldn't have to try to stand up where Moriko could see him.

Heat rose in his face when she complimented his fur with the clumps of snow from his fall. The embarrassment was misplaced, of course. Dragomir thrived on praise because he was a needy wolf, so a compliment like that flushed him a weird sort of pleasure. That only rose further when she claimed she couldn't pull off the look herself, because he understood self deprecation. It was his constant state of being.

Y-yours looks beautiful to me, too, Dragomir replied, stumbling awkwardly over his tongue in his attempt to return the compliment.