Kite had always been easygoing. Uptight was never a word that was never applicable to her person. But she felt a tightness within her gut that threatened to explode. No doubt butterflies nestled there, and would bedash her insides. He drew nearer, but never close enough to invade her personal space—not that she would mind, her mind was in too much of a tizzy—and the closer he became, the deeper she drew in her breath. This, at least, was done quietly; upon him were a myriad of scents. He smelled of wood. Wood and winter and the scent of pack was also upon him. His scent was unique, lovely, earthy... it was a unique smell to her, the girl of open lands. While she and hers had migrated to woodland during the winter, the forest was a poor excuse for one with trees sporadically dotting the land. But it was clear he was a wolf of the forest.


If it wasn't enough that he'd call her awkwardness cute, he called her cute, and again Kite looks away, shy. Kite knew little to nothing of her appearance. She had never been curious, either... only in this instant did the way she look matter to her. And she was cute?! And special. He was close now, and in front of her; her eyes slide slowly to his figure. The L'Crowe yearling felt her insides dance around. She near-shook with excitement, electric with an energy that she had never felt before.


Me either, She responds in something of a daze, and to clarify, she drives on, I wouldn't chase y'off either. There is a smell that wafts toward her, the smell of meat on the air. I'd like to see your smile more, she tacks on thoughtfully, her tail again flicking behind her. Kite the innocent felt like this was some sort of dream. She hadn't known that this was one of the few reasons her mother and father had caused her to become an independent for a while. She would have never thought she'd want to run back just to thank them. But she was rooted to the spot, to his presence, and knew that she could never run from that. Even now, Kite understood she wouldn't run from him in a million years. His was the first smile she had seen in months, the first warm voice she had heard in so long... the debt she felt she owed him was one she was more than willing to repay.


She could start now.


The crow that had led her all the way here landed upon the carcass, pecking at it hungrily. She had seen it within her peripheral vision, and her ears twitch as she can hear the sound of beak thudding against its frozen hide... excitedly, she gestures to it. Things are looking up for us! Let's make like a crow and scavenge, Kite quipped, her eyes bright.