And So We Meet

Fern suppressed a smirk at the boy's actions. She was surprised he'd held on this long, not to mention impressed. He first leaned in, his heavy breathing brushing her fur, before answering her question. As she'd suspected, he had no romantic relations. Not that he wasn't good-looking, strong, or lacking any other qualities that would entice others. He was simply so young that she doubted he'd met many females. Or males. Whatever he preferred.
Not only that, but he was free to do as he pleased. She was able to read between the lines on that comment, and knew that meant he could mate with who he wanted.
Then, he stepped away. Fern at first wondered if she'd lost her touch, only to gather from his position-- still leaning towards her, despite the distance-- that he still wanted her. Then he posed a question. Would she like to walk? Well, of course. She didn't see the harm in that. With a sultry smile, she replied. "Why yes, that sounds lovely." They locked eyes. "Lead the way, Ramsay. I'd like to get to know you, too."