Grapevine Fires

"Jyla." He said. "Jyla Lyeray" He said with a polite nod. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Armada." He grinned. There was no doubt in his mind, she was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful wolf he had ever seen. Above all her eyes were the most captivating, grabbing his attention instantly and draining almost any thought he had had before looking into them. She would make fine pups a voice in his head that wasn't entirely his sang. He shook the thought from his mind, but it was impossible to lose completely in the small space, where only he could see her and she could see him. He could feel a blush creeping up his cheeks, hidden under his fur as he took in her scent. Floral. Like the rest of her. Floral and sweet. Like Spring. It warmed his heart and only added to the need for sleep. "May I call you Eulari?" He asked, almost shyly.