Living in the Grey

She watched him test the ground around her, she wasn't really wary or anything. After all, why should she be when he offered his help? He seemed nice, and she didn't really feel like she needed to be wary. Perhaps she should have been, but not this time. She wanted to wag her tail, but at the moment every part of her was stuck except for her head. She nodded as he proceeded to look for a softer spot to make it easier to dig her out, and the whole time she watched him carefully and with interest. She wasn't afraid of him, no. She was sort of fascinated with him. His eyes seemed to be a similar color to hers, quite attractive if she did think so herself. Though that was more than likely due to the fact her eyes were similar, and she always loved the color of her own eyes. She giggled a little to herself, feeling sheepish and a little embarrassed, so she turned away and focused on where her forepaws were instead.

When he started to dig, she turned her head to watch him again. She noted his muscles rippling beneath his dual toned pelt, admiring the potential strength he had. He was also taller and bigger than her, and she felt bad he had to waste his time digging her out of the snow. Her attention came back to the present when he asked if she was able to get out. With haste, she wiggled her back end free and soon began to back peddle enough to where she could free her forelegs. Once she accomplished that, she pulled herself up to stand opposite him, on the other side of her would-be snow trap. Shaking herself free of snow and slush, she wagged her tail and dipped her head to him. "Ah! I can't thank you enough for saving me!" She smiled at him, eyes bright and posture friendly. "Does my hero have a name?" She tilted her head in curiosity, waiting for his answer.