coughing awkwardly, and gaze skirting away from thrushpelt's, oakheart states, "i suppose we should get to know each other." something unnameable thrummed in thrushpelt's heart. "i suppose," he replied, his tone light, playful, yet encouraging.

oakheart. the deputy. the charmer across the water, his enemy, the lover of the one who didn't love him back. his words were said to be as honey as his eyes, and they were now looking between his paws, dumbfounded at how to continue.