Redhawk Caldera rosebowl

Her laughter made him smile and gleam. He caught himself admiring her grin for a moment, and reminded himself that she was a married woman. And as for him, he felt still attached, and that brought him a flicker of shame. But she invited him to look again, to see how her flaxen pelt was even, smoothe- untouched by tooth and claw. He sought for some way to compliment her without openly doing so- but fortunately, she changed the subject before he could come up with something to say. 

”Oh,” He blurted, pleasantly surprised. ”I’d be happy to help,” He said, keen to show his worth. ”I can, uh, start scouting the flat lands for herds?” he suggested.