“Tells her stories like this”



She watches him very carefully, eyes bright with curiosity. She smiles kindly at him, all her timidness long forgotten. He speaks quietly and her ears pop up to catch his words. “My pleasure.” ”Lovely.” She murmurs, taking in his words. ”I’m Yankee Rose. Her tone was kind, polite, and civilized. She had gotten over her shyness. She watched him devour one of the fish and she mumbled a quiet, ‘excuse me’ then darted in the water, up onto the rock, and picked up the other two. She leapt down with ease then splashed through again, back to the male. She dropped them near him, not forcing him to take them, but offering them if he wanted them. She sat down, letting the water stream down her face and stain the ground below her darker. She watched him eat, her fur ruffling a bit under his intense gaze.