Firefly Ravine Americana

Valmúa felt the warm breath of the red-tailed boy as he excitedly took in her scent. For her part, she had her nose at his neck, inhaling the smell of the sea and cliff-side sands. Her tail raised slightly as he started to get too close, and she prepared to nip at him. He stayed respectful, though, and introduced himself. Njord, he was called. He was all puffed up and funny. The other, she glanced at again, roaming closer to him with wide, confident steps.
Njord moved closer to the boy as well, and she noticed, wondering if he really knew the can of worms he had helped the boy to open. Easily, Valmúa sniffed then at young Merlin, posturing so that her body was sideways to his but holding her tail high. She tried her best to gauge the reaction before backing off only slightly, moving around the two of them like a panther sizing up its target. Play-time indeed. She let out a small "heh" at Njord's question, but answered it with another question. Are you boys far from home?