Stay Frosty

Darsha noticed she wasn't eating at first so he stopped and looked at her. Had he said something to upset her? He hoped not. He didn't want her upset with him, strange how when he first met her he didn't give a damn what she thought. Funny what one night could do, because now he felt like ever little thing he did was meant to please her. That wasn't weird at all right? Darsha thought about it for a moment before she told him to eat more, he glanced at the kill and back at her. He couldn't quite put a paw ok it but there was something about her....something he hated and something he liked. And there were not many things he liked...he hated her stubbornness, but honestly that was about it. He learned to like her personality and there was something about her appearance as well. Nothing bad, the scars made her look like him a little bit. He started to look for a word in his head. Nice? Hot? Pretty? He wasn't sure. Beautiful? He wanted to say so but he wasn't sure what the actual definition was but it sounded right. He looked away from her and began to eat again, his nose accidentally touched hers and he blushed and moved his face to the side a bit.