Rio's brow furrowed, drawing a comical expression upon the gaunt features of her face. He simply yet adamantly explained that he was not a boy; then what was he? Perhaps he didn't want to be called a youngster. Sometimes Rio felt belittled because of her age and wished to be an older wolf, to obtain the privileges that adults had. She decided to keep this in mind about him for now, as his attention was again upon their matching paws. The girl's tail waved continuously. She'd never thought of any part of herself beautiful before. He called attention to this feature of hers, her white paws, and she wondered if they really were pretty. His paws were so, after all.
"'Pretty feet!" she said in a singsong voice, dancing in a circle around the boy with those paws mere flashes of white upon the green of the grass. She was feeling more wonderful as the moments passed. New experiences never failed to awaken a carefree side of her, and she felt as bright as the sun. Pausing her dance, she thought of activities they could enjoy together, games she played among her siblings and Xeris's children. All this talk of paws gave her an idea. "We should have a race," she suggested, smiling encouragingly toward the pale boy. Though he had left the decision up to her, Rio knew subconsciously that she would undoubtedly have fun with Lotus no matter what. He was a kindhearted youth, much as she was. They would get along well. "If you want to." Her nose brushed the fur of his cheek, but she pulled back to see what he thought.
OOC Ending. Rio and Lotus romp and play till the cows come home.