Félicien would lead the way to where his aunt had called, and the young man was still feeling the heat of his embarrassment the whole while. Was that considered his first kiss? Stolen from him, and yet... he didn't care. No... that wasn't quite right. He cared, yes, he cared alright. He cared deeply. A pretty girl had kissed him and made his heart race. It was still pounding so loudly in his chest that he thought for sure that she must be able to hear it. He'd glance at her every so often, and then finally he would reach the area where some others were gathered.
He'd approach his aunt, taking note of the silver and black femme who was speaking with her. He'd dip his head, awkwardly kind of cutting in. "Hey uh... Aunt Novella? This is my friend Tac... can she join Threar? Please?" He'd motion to the brown and white wolfess who had come with him, hoping that his aunt wouldn't mind too much of his awkward stammer. Perhaps she would notice too the look of embarrassment that lingered within his eyes.
